Where is My Mind?

July 20, 2017

Getting later every night on these updates that I'm beginning to forget what the hell happened this morning.

So we are still staying at the ICU hotel, with the insurance company and rehab center arguing about which ambulance service could be used/not used to transport Abby to/ from rehab and to Dr. appts. I mean it was like kids in a school yard yelling "you can't make me you can't make me". Really? Just get in the damn sandbox and play nice. But they didn't, and so we couldn't. Stuck in a weird 4th healthcare dimension with no way out. But tomorrow is another day and we are told we will be going elsewhere- and of course I am checking everywhere out to make sure they aren't just going to drop us off inside a 7-11. The rest of the day was spent with docs at MGH Danvers where Abby Trotter Grant will most likely get her radiation (6-7 weeks daily M-F) and chemo (once a week). We liked the docs and what they had to say and also they were totally cool that I wanted a second opinion and in fact encouraged it. Not that we disagreed with anything they said, but I think you need to do you due diligence.

Abby also got her chauffeured ambulance ride to and fro. Though she knew I was following the ambulance from Salem to Danvers, what she missed was that 3 identical ambulances left the hospital at the same time and I had to pick the right one to follow. It was like a caper movie where they use decoy look-alike cars going in every which way to fool the cops. Luckily, I saw the driver's face in his side mirror and was pretty sure it was the right guy. When we got stuck in traffic I jumped out of the car like a crazy person and ran up to the ambulance to make sure. Of course it sits much higher off the ground so I had to kind of jump on the sideboard so I could see the guy- probably thought I was an ambulance jacker. But I made the right call, no harm no foul, and wifey was safely strapped in the back.

So tomorrow in the am (we hope) Abby will finally get her port/stent put in so she can get her future chemo easily. Then finally out of ICU to rehab, when and where still a Scooby-Doo mystery. Where's Velma (the smart one) when you need her?

Friday finally brings the big PET scan at MGH Boston, more doc meetings, and I'm sure more insurance dolts and dunderheads cat fighting and spitting and hissing at each other. Maybe they just want someone to change their kitty litter. Nite all, and again, you mean so much to us.