Good morning. Day four of Panic MOde. We find out in Saturday's mail (useful) that the list of what we need to cmplete Mom's Medicaid app is of course nothing like we were told by phone or by experts what it would be.... and also if we don't have it sent in by July 15 (this Friday) that she won't be approved before her 100 days are up with her supplemental and Medicare, and she's halfway there already. No pressure! None at all! And we get this snail mail on a freaking *weekend*! SO I got to stew all weekend. M-fing Medicaid liars.
So on that note.... I looked up quotes that cheer me up b/c they're so darn snarky.:-)
One of my favorite authors was sci-fi-fantasy satirist Terry PRatchett (If you liked Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, you'll like Pratchett)...
So here's a list of my fave TP quotes, and tip and RIP to Sir Terry. (Alzheimer's.)
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.They say a little knowledge is dangerous, but not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.Build a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.It's not worth doing something unless you were doing something that someone, somewere, would much rather you weren't doing.Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind.Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.The pen is mightier than the sword if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp.***Of course, Pratchett penned one that pretty much applies to me half the time: "He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms, in wet copper armor, shouting "All gods are bastards!"***I also like, b/c it's apt to any ailment: "It occurred to me that at one point it was like I had two diseases. One was Alzheimer's, and one was knowing I had Alzheimer's." That seems very true of anything serious. Y'know, worse than the flu.***OK, enough of my Pratchett. He cheers me. His clever use of words ot show the absurd and the serious simultaneously in his novels is a salvation to me in tough times. He can make me laugh aloud. Not much does that when I am in such a tizzy.***Trivia:First author of genre to be knighted in the UK: Sir Terry Pratchett. (Ha! Worked that in!)A busy day in history, seeing as this date in 1574 is when Henry VIII of England was excommunicated by Pope Clement VII, and officially sealed Henry VIII as a Protestant. Ironically, his version of Protestant was rather Catholic, but then, he never did stray far from home if he could help it. His first wife was his late brother's wife first, and then his second was a lady of the court to his first wife; his third wife was a lady of the court (or maid of honour) to his second wife and possibly also briefly his first; his fourth was a marriage arranged with a foreign alliance that he had annulled; and his fifth was in the household court of (yep, you guessed it!) his fourth wife!... Wife six, the one to survive Henry (a feat of itself), was a lady in the court of Henry's *daughter*, Mary. (She was quite a lot older than Mary, it was just the custom to bestow such a court upon royalty so they never got bored or had to do anything. Wait, what?).... In other words, going ot Henry VIII's house was basically a bad bad bad bad and did I say bad idea if you didn't want to end up wed-and-dead.This date in 1798, the US Marine Corps (originally started in 1775) was officially re-established by Act of Congress. Hoo-yah!Today in 1914, Babe Ruth made his major league debut with the Boston Red Sox. The Curse of the Bambino, anyone? Yikes.***OK, arm kiling, gotta go, we are going to Social Security local office today. My PTSD is so fried-red-hot that I will have to use a PRN med. I can't go on without the extra anti-anxiety help. Mom asked me to explain her tumor to her *again* yesterday. I keep having to relive the horror emotionally while being the Google Brain Nerd. Prayers and hugs to all,Leo
OK, where's my SIL today?Good news! She's back in Bismarck, North Dakota!And... look out, Mount Rushmore. Oh boy. Let's see if she manages to not get lost following the GINORMOUS signs saying MOUNT RUSHMORE THIS WAY! with arrows on them. (Or whatever signs are out there. Presumably, not easily missed signs.)And, yes, she's oh-so-happy to be away from "all the stress" in Minneapolis, and 'seeing...
A week and a half in treatment and this morning I'm telling myself it's a dream. I'm here with my kiddo telling myself that over and over again just to be present. That's a dream. All of it. The need for treatment and the things we are processing or not processing. Things just linger in the air and I feel like I need it to rain just so everything will settle.