CD1: On Wed, I was in NYC for work and couldn't call my clinic.
CD2: On Thurs, I called the clinic and the answering service (who was kind of rude) said that the clinic is closed on Thursdays... well ok then.
CD3: On Friday, I called the clinic at 8am when they opened and asked if they could take me for the CD3 bloodwork that day. She said "Didn't we give you a 'script for it?" Well yes, they did, but they told me that was just in case CD3 fell on a weekend. I told her that, she sighed and told me to hold on. When she got back on the phone she said that the bloodwork lady was soooo busy and that was a lot of blood to take and... well, couldn't I just go to LabC.orp? (Btw, I HATE going to those places, I've had bad experiences with them not giving a shit and treating you like garbage.) I'm a push over and I say, "sure". I get directions from her and hang up.
I knew I was going to be late to work, which was fine, but I had to be at work by 11:30am for a conference call.
I arrived at the address and drove around the corporate park area looking for the building number, which I didn't have. Finally found it, went in to a very empty waiting room, signed in, and waited for about 5 mins. She called me up and I handed her my 'script and started to hand her my insurance card.
"Oh we don't take that insurance."
I look at her. She looks back at me. "Yeah, they don't have a contract with us." Sigh. So I ask how much it would be to just pay out of pocket. I seriously was thinking about doing it just to get it over with. She tells me about $500 and I decide to save myself the money. She can tell I am defeated because she asks if I know where this other place is. Well, sure, I know where that address is but given that it's after 10am now, and that place is at least 20 mins away, there's no way I'd make it to work in time. Ah well.
I called the clinic when I got to work and told them and they apologized for sending me someplace that doesn't take my insurance. I know I should have called them before I went there, I just didn't think it would be an issue.
CD4: On Saturday I decided that I would stop by the other place to get it done quickly before R and I go on with the rest of the day. But silly me doesn't call the office until 11am and they close at noon on Saturdays. I suck.
Summary: No CD3 bloodwork for me. Better luck next cycle.
My grandpa died one year ago today. I'm not one to put a lot of meaning in a death-day. I don't feel any different today than I do on any other day except to be amazed that a whole year has passed already. I miss him the same amount every day.
Every day I feel the same amount of sadness for my grandma that she has to go on without him. For 32 years of my life they were a pair, never one without the other in my mind. Now, for the past year, it is only her. That's hard to get used to.
We usually host Thanksgiving at our house (have for the past three years anyway) - I love the preparation and cooking and having everyone at my house. I think it's my favorite holiday. This year I decided to go and be with my grandma instead of host it at my house. I've never celebrated Thanksgiving at her house before. There will be a good amount of people there so hopefully the hustle will keep her mind off of last year for the most part.
When I get there on Thursday morning, that distinct, gruff voice won't greet me by saying "Jilly's home!" as I walk up the basement stairs to the kitchen. I won't get to chat with him from my favorite place at the counter, as he sits at the dining room table, leafing through a newspaper and chewing on a toothpick. I won't ever see him fall asleep in his living room recliner, to the late news on TV, as grandma and I chat in the other room. He won't ever cook me pasta again or laugh over the fact that we like it al dente and grandma likes it mushy. I'll never again see his flowers and tomato plants growing in the front yard, or see the bags of vegetables and garlic that he grew, around their house.
But, I'll remember all those things forever.