How many levels of Hell are there?
Tammy was put back in the hospital. In for 2 weeks, out for 1 week, in for another 1 week. Now, after a month of excruciating pain, of morphine every 2 hours and percoset every 4 hours, endless tests, X-rays, CT scans and MRIs, the specailists who are dealing with her case say they need to go in for exploratory surgery. Today. Could be she has a tumour in her pancreas, could be her body is rejecting her pancreas, could be she has lupus, could be something wrong as a result of the emergency surgery back on October. I've always considered medical doctors little more than witch docotrs anyway, so I'm not surprised they can't figure it out.
And my life and peace of mind depend on the outcome of this situation. If Tamar is going to be chronically ill, she will not be able to maintain her license, and she is going to need medical care. As a business owner and a person normally stubbornly healthy (until she started working herself to exhaustion) she doesn't have medical insurance, so any medical expenses are going to come out of her pocket. It appears that State regulations require that interested member of the business has to be on location on a daily basis. So I may end up becoming the major shareholder, 'buying' her out on paper so her assets are low enough for her to get on disability for medical. I'm the only one she trusts with the paper. The business is all she has and if she loses it because she is forced to take on a crooked wop partner (like she has been fighting all these years) then she might as well die, she says. As it is, if she can get someone she trusts involved, even if only on paper, someone the State will accept and allow her to keep her license, then the business will make enough money to support her until she decides what else she wants to do and sell it. And I may end up moving back to Springfield. Not that I minded it there... I left because David hated it and wanted to move back West. But I love Oregon. Fortunately, I'm very employable with my certifications and years of experience, even if I don't transfer within the company... And back East, people even know what a Smith College education signifies :) Oy.
Dad is back in the hospital. Tess is doing her best to juggle her nursing job, her two children, her husband, and him. *sigh*
I've been so stressed and tense and putting in so many hours at work, sitting, that my back is tight and sore all the time and I'm starting to get that awful nerve pain down my right thigh again, like I had when I pulled that muscle last April.
My friends have been wonderfully kind and supportive. My mantra continues to be that I am very fortunate in my friends.
Hopefully Tamar will be fit to travel in three weeks, because I am going to Key West with or without her. I need a fucking break!
And my life and peace of mind depend on the outcome of this situation. If Tamar is going to be chronically ill, she will not be able to maintain her license, and she is going to need medical care. As a business owner and a person normally stubbornly healthy (until she started working herself to exhaustion) she doesn't have medical insurance, so any medical expenses are going to come out of her pocket. It appears that State regulations require that interested member of the business has to be on location on a daily basis. So I may end up becoming the major shareholder, 'buying' her out on paper so her assets are low enough for her to get on disability for medical. I'm the only one she trusts with the paper. The business is all she has and if she loses it because she is forced to take on a crooked wop partner (like she has been fighting all these years) then she might as well die, she says. As it is, if she can get someone she trusts involved, even if only on paper, someone the State will accept and allow her to keep her license, then the business will make enough money to support her until she decides what else she wants to do and sell it. And I may end up moving back to Springfield. Not that I minded it there... I left because David hated it and wanted to move back West. But I love Oregon. Fortunately, I'm very employable with my certifications and years of experience, even if I don't transfer within the company... And back East, people even know what a Smith College education signifies :) Oy.
Dad is back in the hospital. Tess is doing her best to juggle her nursing job, her two children, her husband, and him. *sigh*
I've been so stressed and tense and putting in so many hours at work, sitting, that my back is tight and sore all the time and I'm starting to get that awful nerve pain down my right thigh again, like I had when I pulled that muscle last April.
My friends have been wonderfully kind and supportive. My mantra continues to be that I am very fortunate in my friends.
Hopefully Tamar will be fit to travel in three weeks, because I am going to Key West with or without her. I need a fucking break!
posted by KR | 2/03/2006 09:05:00 AM
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