Easter at the bakery was pretty good. Not like in past years of course, but the busiest it’s been since Christmas. It was nice to lose some sweat at work again. The boss and I have talked quite a bit about how he sees things unfolding. All he knows for certain is that he won’t renew his lease next spring and with 3-4 years of declining sales it’s unlikely he could sell it. So the reality is, he’s given me a years notice. I know that sounds like a good thing…most people who lose their jobs don’t get that much notice…but I have no idea what I want to do next.

In other news, we’ve had a week that could only be described as a ‘crapfest’.  ♀ was in an Emergency room 3 times in 4 days this past week. The last time by ambulance.

 
Last Monday night, she rolled over in bed and felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. When I got home from work Tuesday morning, she was not a happy camper, but she thought once she got up and moving around it would be fine. It wasn’t and she went to her doctor’s office right after work. She was in so much pain the doctor couldn’t even do an examination so sent her to Emergency.   

7  hours later, we had our 1st diagnosis: rotator-cuff and torn ligament. He put her is a sling to keep it immobilized,  gave her a prescription of T-3′s, told her to ice it for 48 hours then start physio.

That was Tuesday night. The pain just got worse. Thursday night after I went to work she was getting frantic and called a friend who works at a different hospital to see how busy the Emergency room there was (she wouldn’t have been able to sit for 7  hours again) It wasn’t busy at all and this friend drove her in. 

3 hours later she had a second diagnosis: Calcium deposits. He told her to quit wearing the sling, don’t go to physio and gave her a prescription of oxycodone.

When I got home from work 4 hours later she was hysterical from the pain. There was no way I could have got her into the car so I called an ambulance and they took her back to the first hospital. They kicked her out 6  hours later with a 3rd diagnosis; bursitis, and a prescription of muscle relaxants and morphine.

 The morphine is making the pain almost tolerable, but she can’t move her arm at all, she can’t work or drive, she can’t even sleep in our bed. She’s propped up on the couch. She needs help with pretty much everything. Her period starts next week and I don’t think I’ll be able to get her Diva cup in and out myself. She got a nasty rash on her arm and side. It  has been a horror-show, but do you know what the real tragedy is? It’s her wanking arm that’s buggered!

 
I called a private clinic on Friday…$500 for an initial consultation, $1,100 for an MRI and depending on what the problem really is, $6,000-$12,000 to fix her shoulder and it would be done in less than a month.  Sounds pricey, but how many months will she be stuck on the couch (not working or fucking or living) doped to the gills waiting for a specialist in the public system? I guess the answer to that and many other questions will be answered when we go back to see her doctor on Monday morning.

So no posts in almost two weeks and here I am back with yet another ‘downer’ post. Sorry kids. 

♀ & sss

ps: I don’t know who this girl is, but I have her on my desktop…she makes me smile.