Today, I took David for his appointment with my orthopedic doc who gave him shot but told him he had bad arthritis and might consider a shoulder joint replacement. David said he wanted to try physical therapy first, so we got a script and made appointments for August.
My shoulder is killing me again, although I’ve been doing my exercises faithfully. My physical therapy resumes in August along with David’s. Several of our appointments overlap but we have different therapists.
David had to complete all his medical forms again today while I sat next to an older woman who said, “It’s easier to do online.” One of these days, I will try it, I old her.
My newest things this month included learning how to pay the electric bill online. You will be happy to hear our lights are still receiving electric current. And the bill is in the black. We pay a flat monthly amount, rather than pay enormous bills in some months and virtually nothing in others. I lie, it’s never nothing, but at least there are no surprises.
My other new thing was using the valet parking at the hospital. The fellows who park the cars are immigrants, who work for tips. Works for me, because we are able to park on the entrance level of the parking garage and do all our walking inside the hospital complex wich consists of multiple buildings.
Getting in and out of the garage, I use a “resident associates” parking card I purchase once a year – fifty parks for $50 plus two free blood draws at the hospital lab, discounts in the hospital cafeteria and health and fitness classes the hospital offers, as well as other perks. Inside the hospital is filled with hundreds of seniors as well as younger folks having babies, or with various injuries.
In the orthopedic clinic waiting room, I sat next to an older woman who told me she and her husband will vote for Hillary if they have to drag their bodies to the polling station.
I had told the woman about the man who pulled up next to me at a stop light and rolled his window down to say something. However, the light changed before I could roll my window down.
Later, I ran into him at the hospital, and asked him what he wanted. He said, “Why do you have all those Hillary stickers and a “tea party” license plate?” (My plate reads, “Don’t Tread on Me” after the Revolutionary War battle flag.)
I told him, I had many ancestors who fought in the Revolution under that flag, a few of them of them at Valley Forge during the bad winter of 1777-1778, and damned if the noveau Tea Party owns it. He said, he would never again assume a person with the plate was a member of the “Tea Party.”
(Ancestors on Dad’s side were Republican-Democrats until the Civil War, when they became Republicans and fought for the Union. Later, they joined labor unions.