Have you ever been driving along, distracted by conversation or thoughts about something coming up or events just past when … suddenly you realize that the surroundings don’t look familiar? Or particularly friendly?
Driving through time and events to Lafawnda’s wedding on Saturday has been relatively glitch free. Most of that can be laid at the feet of Lafawnda and her friends with the able guidance and assistance of the Lady F. They have been ahead of the curve at every step of the journey and things are proceeding quite nicely.
With the possible exception of the Old Fossil himself. It all began in late January when the Lady F and I joined a new and quite vigorous exercise program. Hoo boy! It took me about two weeks to really screw up the arthritis in my lumbar region and send pain shooting down my left leg.
I quit the program and started my own rehab. I got a Bowflex machine – marvelous exercise machine and I love it! – and did a lot of walking. Believe it or not, with careful work, it took me 4 months to get rid of the pain in my leg. But …
When I was doing a yoga move - and I lay the blame squarely on Ramana simply because I know him and he is from India, more solid reasons than people generally use when laying blame – I experienced an intense pain, a cramp, in my lower abdomen. Sheesh. More rehab.
So, I’ve been working around that for two months. Recently it has gotten worse rather than better and it had all the symptoms of a hernia! Finally, last Friday, I went to the doctor and it was confirmed that I had a hernia. Well, it didn’t have ALL the manifestations of a hernia, but it had all the symptoms right down the line. So, I was sent to a specialist. My strategy was to find out how we could patch me together to get through the wedding and all the visiting family, then do the dreaded surgery afterward if that was needed!
So, I go to the specialist yesterday. Turns out that I have something called Epididymitis, which mimics a hernia beautifully but is nowhere near as serious. At least in my case it is not. So, the show is back on!
Then, the insurance company decided that our insurance was inactive. Inactive? Even the insurance people said we were paid through the end of September! So, at a time when we are pretty tapped fiscally, we get to write a check to the specialist.
OK, this gets better. They discovered that the problem is that we have the wrong policy number on our cards. Even though it is the same policy number they use on our bills! And they had neglected to ever send us new cards! Oy. The dingbats are still trying to get their act together.
But, Carol and I stepped back and realized we weren’t in an outer ring of Hell like we thought, we were in one of it’s suburbs, Heck. Instead of some devil damning us to Hell, some wannabe darned us to Heck!
We carry on happily because these devils have no potency.