Good morning, dear readers and diarists. With Christmas being three days away, and the dialysis clinic will be closed to observe the holiday on Wednesday, the clinic will be open for patients who go on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Today, Sunday is my Monday dialysis day. With the government wanting the United States to have a company vendor a medical ride, YBWF does not drive patients around on Sundays and holidays. I will be riding with a company called We Care today. The company MTM is the company I call to have my medical rides pick me up for my medical appointments and therapy sessions. I have issues with MTM sometimes and I do not like them in my business by knowing my medical appointments and some personal information because it can be leaked to the dark side of the web. Let me say it …. I hate MTM to be very honest with you. I hate the idea of government officials getting information about me. It is very disturbing and disgusting to be brutally honest. Please let me be very honest with you. I hate it. Lucky me.
Anyway, for this week and the week of New Years, I will be going to dialysis on Sunday, Tuesday, and Friday. Although, ir happens three times a year, it is a struggle to get good health care in the home to accommodate a clinic schedule change during the holiday season because people have celebrations to attend. This is why, for years since I lived in my own place, I find the holidays between Halloween and New Year’s Day an emotional roller coaster ride for me. With the hassle of getting gifts, dinner preparations, family together, and have fun can be very overwhelming. I began to notice this in 1982 when my brother and I travelled on an airplane for the first time to New Mexico to visit our mom and Lonnie. Our first plane trip missed our flight from Denver, Colorado to Albuquerque, New Mexico because our flight from Chicago, Illinois’ Chicago O’Hare Airport could not land on time due to bad weather. My 16 year old brother and I had communication with both dad and mom to get another flight to Albuquerque, New Mexico. See, even my first plane ride had a hiccup due to unforeseen circumstances due to weather. My first anxious experience I have not forgotten all these years—42 years ago! I was 12 years old, and my brother Greg was 16! What a first traveling experience on a plane! Yikes! At Kraft we made it to New Mexico that day, though. Thank goodness for inventions like phones and making long distance calls easy like excepting calls on a parent’s bill where my brother didn’t have to spend a dollar making a call that could have lasted a half an hour and become a costly expense we did not have. Grandparents helped with the costs of such calls. I am talking about my mom’s parents. Grandma Karnopp was still alive for another 3 years, and Grandpa Karnopp was gone since 1974. I do have to admit that I am filled with memories today.
With taking a break from My Life in Words, I am working on my other diaries at Dear Diary for now with an occasional entry in My Life in Words to let my DD friends and diarists know I am doing okay. With dialysis happening today, Jackie is helping me get to my ride to dialysis and Deb is helping me get in from my dialysis appointment. Today is my Monday while Monday is Tuesday for Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday patients. So I will have my weekend on Wednesday and Thursday this week and the week of New Year’s Day. I find it a couple of weeks of confusion and frustration. Ugh!!!!???? Not looking 👀 forward to it!!