February 21, 2023
Real life… is when you have to slap down all the money you had for the rest of the month to buy food and gas in order to get that scan of your kidneys, liver, and colon because it could mean your life. It’s a bloomin’ myth that Medicare and Medicaid cover everything. I’ve known that for decades because I’ve been caregiving for Jerry and handling all his affairs, including medical, for a very long time. I’m just tellin’ you so you aren’t fooled by others trying to tell you different. (Scan results maybe by end of week.)
Real life… is dealing with a decade-long possible broken bone in your foot from doing a sudden ballerina step straight down on the end of your toes when you accidentally slipped off the edge of a limestone step at the zoo, but not going to a doctor at the time because you have no money to pay for anything like that, and now it suddenly comes back to haunt you, including having problems with a recent possibly displaced bone in your ankle, making it difficult to walk. Not to mention dealing with the plantar fasciitis in both feet. And all your other multiple medical conditions.
Real life… is finding out your unmarried 19-year-old granddaughter is pregnant, but still trying to lovingly support her while letting her know you do not condone her actions.
Real life… is handling medical emergencies that come up with other family members (not necessarily Jerry, and not necessarily me) because you’re the DPOA for them since no one else can be trusted.
Real life… can be immensely depressing.
Real life… is exhausting.
Real life… can bring you to tears on a daily basis.
The only way to get through real life is to have a relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ.
Jesus is the only way I’m getting through all of this.
Lotsa prayin’. Lotsa prayin’.
I love you all. Hugs.
P.S. Sorry I haven’t made it to your blogs. I can’t even think beyond the moment right now.
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I’m so sorry that life is so hard for you right now. It does seem like everything happens at once. Glad you’re hanging on to the Lord! Praying for you!
You are sure dealing with a LOT right now. And, it seems, most of the time. We were told the same thing about Medicare. Well, we pay big bucks for Medicare and a supplement for Dennis. He had two doctors appoints in January and we just received the bill today. For the ENTIRE amount. First we need to meet the out of pocket and then, maybe, they’ll pay something. And that’s not the worst. We pay even BIGGER bucks for my insurance since I had to go on Obamacare, (I have another name for it), and it’s even worse. They pay nothing, nada, until we’ve paid $9,700.00 per calendar year. Even then they only pay a small percentage. It’s robbery.
I’m so sorry to read about the other events, but, oh my, I’m so glad your Granddaughter hasn’t chosen abortion. I’ll be praying for all of the situations you told us about.
Blessings,
Betsy
Dearest Diana,
Well, life never will be easy as in a blink of an eye it can change…
Just experienced that yesterday.
Finally having found a good, reliable and trustworthy housekeeper to help me since February 1st as I’m getting weaker and weaker due to my 25% kidney function, having managed to catch up on laundry and ironing. Then joining Pieter for biking to Walmart in warm sunny (but windy!) weather to purchase eggs as I wanted to bake my Amaretti cookies from almond meal and coconut palm sugar with a low glycemic index.
A woman in her Lexus wanted to make a quick right turn on red (allowed in Georgia) and did not look to her right where I was coming on my bike, Pieter following. She ran into me and I fell—no match for a car.
So full of hematomas, bruises, abrasions and my right knee cap fractured and put at the ER in an immobilizer, left Proxima fibula fractured and right shoulder hurting like hell and chest area… left foot is hurting.
Nearly passed out when getting to our car in a wheelchair and trying to get in—from pain that is. No painkillers for me due to my severe stage of kidneys.
Tomorrow a dear friend from Church will drive us to Ortho GA in Macon = 1 hour. Seeing my orthopedic surgeon from 2018 when I had a dbl closed pelvic bone fracture.
Will take a nap with Pieter this afternoon—did not sleep much due to pain.
Glad I already got a walker so that is now handy.
Yes, FAITH is the only thing that keeps us going!
Big hugs,
Mariette
Don’t even get me going on Medicare/Medicaid (he has) or even private employer insurance (I have). He paid nothing for the dr. visit today, I paid $20 for my visit. Honestly, it hurt, even with my job/working and earning a paycheck. I am so over this paying an outrageous amount to just live, period. SORRY, didn’t mean to let it loose here…btw, I suffer from arthritis in both feet, and I have to see a specialist. Me thinks the dr, in NY mislabeled it as such and it’s something else such as plantar fasciitis. I will keep you updated…keeping your granddaughter in prayer…and let me say, love her unconditionally, life is just too short (we both know this, with loosing our sons), give this God and let it go. That is my unsolicited advice, grin.
Keeping you both in prayer…
One day at a time. Sometimes minute by minute. 🙁