I cannot get my glasses adjusted properly! I’ve developed a sore spot behind my right ear where the earpiece is pressing. I took it back to the shop so they could put my glasses in their fancy-schmancy little heater doohickey and do a professional reshaping, but the guy just took them in his hands and twisted them around. Well, hell, I can do that at home!
So I have been bending the damn things around but my ear is so tender now I near about yelp when I touch it. I need to take some time off from wearing these glasses, but gee, I can’t seem to find a week when I don’t need to freakin’ SEE.
I was on crutches for almost a month after my foot surgery before the idea of a scooter ever entered my mind. I had no idea they existed until I saw another patient zipping around on one in the waiting area. Luckily our local medical supply store rents them out for something like $15 a week :eek: Rented mine and had it for maybe the next month or so.
My doctor never offered a handicap placard, probably because I wasn’t working nor driving. If I’d asked, I wonder if I could’ve gotten one by virtue of being a passenger.
Ok so I rent a car last month for a week, ( from Dollar)in Milwaukee, to drive from the airport to Madison. I receive a letter saying I went through tolls in Illinois.WTF! I call and they said the car went through a toll on the 15th of February and I was to prove where I was. I told then I could have my mom call them. I spent most my time with her. (83 on Valentine’s Day). I have to say I lost my shit. Then apologized wasn’t their fault. Found a restaurant receipt for that day in Madison. Hope that’s good enough. Bloody wankers.
I am so fucking tired of Winter, just get the hell over. I’ve been making good progress on getting in shape. But with My knees, walking is about the most active activity I can do, and I’ve been doing a lot of it. On the treadmill. Step, step, step on the stupid treadmill, watching stupid TV, all winter long. I’m struggling to maintain motivation, and I just want to get outside for a change.
I tend to agree that rain in a fridge is probably not a good thing. Look at it on the bright side, though…at least its not on fire.
Buttercup, the kitty bed eating idiot dog is now recovering from surgery and is wearing the cone of shame. She ate an entire thick, plush, padded 14 inch bed and it got stuck. Getting that fixed cost WELL over the cost of having the idiot dog put down, but even though we are upset with her, we paid it and are happy that she will recover. Can’t be too upset, though. The sweet, well-mannered hound just lost her job along with her kitty and was expressing her grief in the only way she knew.
But anyhow, she almost killed herself and scared us to death. I have no sympathy for her now. The cone of shame stays on until the vet approves removing it!
Flatlined, if at some point you develop sympathy for Buttercup :D, I have one of these for my cat and a friend uses them on her dogs. They’re less unpleasant than the cones of shame. She raises the food and water bowls, but it’s easier for her dogs to eat, too.
I don’t know what the laws are in your area, but here in Ontario I had no trouble getting one for my mother when I was driving her around, due to her age and heart condition. I just asked her doctor to sign a simple form, and the placard arrived in the mail shortly after. IIRC, it had no reference to me or to my car, but was strictly assigned to her, who had never owned a car or driven in her life. I could legally park in handicapped spaces as long as she was with me.
Very true. I was a helper for a disabled lady at one point, and the parking placard was linked to her personally. Any car she was in, if she had it with her (always did), was eligible for handicapped parking.
So yeah, renting a scooter. About that. That rant (for me) would have gone into the February rants. Let me tell you the Great Scooter Ordering Debacle of Feb 2018.
I go in for my last pre-surgery consultation two days before I have surgery. We start talking about post operation mobility (or complete lack there of) and my doc (I can now call this a pattern) says oh I can get you a prescription for a scooter. Hold up, you can be prescribed one? How cool is THAT! So he writes me a prescription and says he will fax it over to scooter store A and call them 1st thing in the morning. So I call them on Tuesday at 9 am. No prescription. Call doctors office. They re-fax. Call scooter store A and they finally have my prescription but they have to check with my insurance to see if its covered. I wait, and wait and finally they call me back at 3pm, they don’t accept my insurance. BUT we will send it over to scooter store B.
Wednesday AM I call scooter store B do they have my prescription? Nope. I call my doc’s office. They fax over my prescription. I call scooter store back. They tell me they finally got it and they accept my insurance and they deliver to your house. Great. Now we are getting some where. Then they say well someone will get back to you in the next 24-48 hours to determine if my insurance pays for it and if they have any in stock or they need to order one. Dude, my surgery is tomorrow. I need this processed today. I get told, "your doctor didn’t say that it was for a quick turn around so he needs to send us an updated prescription. :smack:
At this point I was less than 24 hours from surgery. So i just let them do what they do. I ordered one from amazon. $150 for a hot pink scooter with a basket. Arrived the day after surgery. Scooter store B finally called me back the Monday after I had my surgery at 7 pm and left some garbled message about an order. They called back 2 weeks later to see if I still needed the medical device. I declined to talk to them because then I might just feel like telling them where they can put their scooter and scooter ordering process.
Now the Great Scooter Ordering Debacle of Feb 2018 has nothing to do with the Great Scooter Using Debacle of Feb 2018. Using that thing with an up-to-the-knee boot on:
Maneuvering it around tight corners - physically have to pick up the back end to get it to go with out scratching walls;
Going up and down curbs or up a single step - Mr. Jynxster has to either be in front of me to catch me or behind me to make sure I don’t fall ass over tea kettle. Ask me about the one time he just blithely walked to the car forgetting about me and I did my level best to take out some of our front shrubbery because I thought he was there. :mad:
Back up out of small spaces - Option A: try to keep the scooter straight as possible while looking behind you. Option B: Physically picking up the scooter, balance on one leg and move it in the opposite direction.
Kneeling on that scooter, even with extra padding hurts!
Getting the scooter in and out of the car. We have an SUV, however it still inst tall enough. We have to unscrew the handle bars and slide them down every time to get it in and then reassemble when it comes out.
The amount of people who tell me “That looks like so much fun. I would love to try that.” Good. You go get the surgery and deal with all the mobility issues and pain and uncomfortableness and then you come back and tell me exactly how much “fun” you had.
I am actually going to have to retract my rant from yesterday about getting the handicap placard and quite possible the DMV. I will however replace it with a rant from when I went to the store to buy shoes.
Retracted Rant:
Upon parking in a non-handicap parking spot but relatively close to the door, I exit my vehicle and start to turtle my way to the front door. I sense motion behind me but I am concentrating on not falling over so dont really see who/what it is. A guy, straight out of central casting for Sons of Anarchy, complete with tats, motorcycle club jacket, long grey hair, 6 ft + and burly, whips open the door for me with a wink saying “I saw you and wanted to make sure I got the door for you. I will get the other one too.” I enter the DMV, notice I can go to the express lane and their is no one ahead of me. I walk right up to what must have been one of the following; zombie, robot, recent recipient of a frontal lobotomy, or someone who had traded their sense of humor/all togetherness to the debil for the winning lottery numbers, then lost them. You know; typical DMV worker. However, she processes my transaction in a very timely manner, only costs me $5 and then she hands me a temporary temporary handicap placard that I can use right away! The form that I filled out made it sound like I would have to wait. My permanent temporary placard will come in the mail. Time spent in DMV - no more than 10 minutes. As I begin to move towards the exit I see another movement in front of me. A handsome young man, late teens/early twenties, jumps out of his chair and runs to the door - to make sure he opened it for me. He says “I saw you and wanted to make sure I could do this for you.” I thanked him profusely and had thanked the other nice gentleman as well. I think I got in my car and cried. I have been out in the public the last 2 weeks and this was the first time I saw people go to an extra effort to help me. Most of the time I approach a door or go down an aisle and people look surprised and irritated that it takes me more time to get to everything and the fact that with my cane I take up a little more room than the average bear and they actually have to move out of the middle of the damn aisle or door.
New Rant.
Because my stooopid boot is higher on the bottom than all of my normal shoes, I need to go and waste money to buy a shoe (yes they come in pairs, but I will only be using one) that wont kill my hip so I can even out my gait. I got to the shoe store. I try on 50 million shoes. I finally settle on 2 pairs of the less hideous things I can find. Me, my cane and my boot along with two pairs of shoe boxes, slowly make our way to the register. A woman is browsing the socks, tights, etc that are at the beginning of the queue to the register but she is not quite in line. She hears my shuffling zombie foots steps (clink, thump, drag…pant, pant) takes one look at me and then fast walks to the register to make sure that she can check out before I do. Really!!!
My teeth have been shifting slightly over the years (I had braces in high school) and apparently they finally reached some movement threshold recently, because my goddamn mouth HURTS around one noticeably crooked tooth. It’s that old pain from my teenage years, familiar as hell, that some of you might know when they tighten the braces.
Still unemployed (workin’ on that!) therefore still no health/dental insurance. So, Advil it is, I guess.
Goddamn it I’m already scrawny and have a poor appetite; I don’t need one more disincentive to eat. I miss the bouncy boobs I had back when I was consistently happy every day. That was a long time ago.