THE ILLS OF MARCH

I should have perhaps used "The Ides of March", but the ides and ills basically mean the same pronouncement of doom and gloom.....

.... and the ills of March might refer to my endless ailments.

Don't ponder too much Jon, it might be dangerous.

I'm wondering how to condense this post - - I have long tales to tell.

Today (Tuesday) I had a (dreaded) appointment with an orthopedic doctor in Crossville - - which is 35 miles from Cookeville. I was in Miseryville all night, because the appointment was at the ungodly hour of 8:00 a.m. (!!!!)

I have been a noctural creature all of my life. Probably due to my Hungarian vampiric blood. To me, 8:00 a.m. is the middle of the night.

As if my current existence isn't humiliating enough, I was taken on a stretcher due to the fact that I'm currently not able to walk.

Breezy and brisk outside, with big fluffy March clouds.

Surprise, surprise - I didn't see a doctor at all. I saw the female physician assistant (PA). She sorted through the 150 pages of my current medical records, with looks of astonishment and underlying pity.

I struggled to explain the looong history of my spine/back ailments, which have now deteriorated into an incomprehensible terrifying ordeal.

I wanted logical concise answers, which are seemingly impossible. I wanted to know the source of my pain and a resolution for it.

I got the same generic crap that I always get.

The pain could be caused by my degeneratve joints and discs. Could be sciatica...or ortho-arthritis (or whatever the hell it is)...or a dislocated joint...

....or maybe the evil fairies in Tinkerbell Land.

Bullcrap. If the "pros" don't know, who does?

She didn't think another ct scan is necessary. Well, goodie goodie gumdrops. I already had about six of them in the past month, which revealed nothing.

SOooooooo......

I'm back to relying on meds - - - increasing the strength of my pain pills, using muscle relaxers....and resuming physical therapy when I'm feeling less pain (haha). She said I could walk again but it will take a long time.

A long ride back to Jamestown.

So, I crawled back into my bed at Signature HealthCare - - dazed, confused, frustrated, bewildered, and completely exhausted.....

....when suddenly the people from Medicaid show up to grill me - - to determine if I can stay in physical therapy or get kicked out.

I was expecting the Spanish Inquisition, but the two ladies were nice and congenial. I was very polite and answered the thousand (or so) questions truthfully. I even let them see my bank account online and access private banking documents.

This ordeal seemed to go well (he says with crossed fingers).

Well, I've said enough for now. Hopefully it didn't exhaust you as much as it exhausted me.

BTW

I recieved three cards today - -

from Dorothy, long time blogger friend (and I liked the cat stamp) 

from Bijoux (yes I remember you, welcome back! Beautiful Ray Zaner poem)

from Rob and Barbara (I appreciate the cute heart hanger!)

I appreciate all of you, and I always feel you are near in spirit.

Jon  💚

I'm sharing more of my AI (artificial intelligence) creations. This time I incorporated an Irish theme....sort of.

I initially wanted the guy with the fiddle to be barefooted - - but one image was generated with him wearing boots (first picture), which I like better.