Doctor! Doctor!
May. 26th, 2021 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogMy day began and ended with various doctors involved. Each also had a Sign or two show up. In between, I practiced relatively little law but had a fairly successful day, as things go.
I'd set this morning for my annual physical Up The Transit. Both of us moved to a practice on the eastern edge of Niagara County when Eleanor's PA, a down-to-earth woman she adored, left a sinking ship of top-heavy practice near UB and took a gig closer to the farm that she and her husband live on, a bit east of Lockport. When I had an unfortunate experience with my own MD a decade or so ago, I got them to take me on, as well, and it's worth the drive every time.
On the way there, I had to slow to let a coyote cross Millersport Highway between the 990 and Transit. Since the annual visit also involves fasting bloodwork, I was hungry and minus caffeine, which made it even worse knowing I'd now have to worry about dynamite.
But that didn't delay me, nor was I particularly offput when waiting for Melissa to come in to begin the exam and I was sending an email to confirm a 4 p.m. appointment at another lawyer's office:
Nice going, "Iris." (I closed and reopened the mail program and Siri got back from Hebrew school and typed it correctly;)
No problems with the visit: all seems normal except whatever will come back in bloodwork in a few days, and my weight was about what I expected but below what I feared. "Covid-19" was not the senior equivalent of "freshman 10," and I was even down a few pounds from when I last dared to check on a scale here at home. I have an ultrasound appointment to see if there's any change in the minor cyst they found last year during my Undiagnosed Mystery Pain event, and it's time for colonoscopy pictures again!, but other than that, I seem to be doing okay.
From there, I found a Dunkie's, wound up on a detour to Rochester that ran right along the Erie Canal in spots, and got a good couple of hours in the office there before buttonholing one client, making that .m.p. 4 appointment, and dropping my car off to finally get its snow tires off and some front end stuff checked.
Not long before getting back to Buffalo, I got a call confirming that the UB Dental School had received all my needed items to schedule an implant evaluation. They booked it for four weeks from now, and if my mouth proves worthy, I'm expecting the work will be done soon after that. On arriving home, I discovered a statement from my dental insurance concerning the work done by my regular dentist to submit for this. Dr. Ron had already discounted the cost of the impression about 80 percent because it wasn't covered by insurance, which was very kind of him; but he also told me he'd try putting the much less expensive panoramic x-ray through insurance. Excellus confirmed today that they rejected paying for it because I'd had one of those too recently- or, in EOBSpeak, "Benefit exhausted."
I can relate, on a day I was out before 8 and didn't have any coffee until well past 10.
Again, the drive provided external entertainment: on the 90 about 20 minutes from home, I passed a car with a one word Mississippi license plate: BEOWULF.
Great, I thought. After a morning of watching out for dynamite, now I have to be on the lookout for Grendel and his mother.
No monsters were encountered, though. It was a pretty epic day, all the same;)
I'd set this morning for my annual physical Up The Transit. Both of us moved to a practice on the eastern edge of Niagara County when Eleanor's PA, a down-to-earth woman she adored, left a sinking ship of top-heavy practice near UB and took a gig closer to the farm that she and her husband live on, a bit east of Lockport. When I had an unfortunate experience with my own MD a decade or so ago, I got them to take me on, as well, and it's worth the drive every time.
On the way there, I had to slow to let a coyote cross Millersport Highway between the 990 and Transit. Since the annual visit also involves fasting bloodwork, I was hungry and minus caffeine, which made it even worse knowing I'd now have to worry about dynamite.
But that didn't delay me, nor was I particularly offput when waiting for Melissa to come in to begin the exam and I was sending an email to confirm a 4 p.m. appointment at another lawyer's office:
Nice going, "Iris." (I closed and reopened the mail program and Siri got back from Hebrew school and typed it correctly;)
No problems with the visit: all seems normal except whatever will come back in bloodwork in a few days, and my weight was about what I expected but below what I feared. "Covid-19" was not the senior equivalent of "freshman 10," and I was even down a few pounds from when I last dared to check on a scale here at home. I have an ultrasound appointment to see if there's any change in the minor cyst they found last year during my Undiagnosed Mystery Pain event, and it's time for colonoscopy pictures again!, but other than that, I seem to be doing okay.
From there, I found a Dunkie's, wound up on a detour to Rochester that ran right along the Erie Canal in spots, and got a good couple of hours in the office there before buttonholing one client, making that .m.p. 4 appointment, and dropping my car off to finally get its snow tires off and some front end stuff checked.
Not long before getting back to Buffalo, I got a call confirming that the UB Dental School had received all my needed items to schedule an implant evaluation. They booked it for four weeks from now, and if my mouth proves worthy, I'm expecting the work will be done soon after that. On arriving home, I discovered a statement from my dental insurance concerning the work done by my regular dentist to submit for this. Dr. Ron had already discounted the cost of the impression about 80 percent because it wasn't covered by insurance, which was very kind of him; but he also told me he'd try putting the much less expensive panoramic x-ray through insurance. Excellus confirmed today that they rejected paying for it because I'd had one of those too recently- or, in EOBSpeak, "Benefit exhausted."
I can relate, on a day I was out before 8 and didn't have any coffee until well past 10.
Again, the drive provided external entertainment: on the 90 about 20 minutes from home, I passed a car with a one word Mississippi license plate: BEOWULF.
Great, I thought. After a morning of watching out for dynamite, now I have to be on the lookout for Grendel and his mother.
No monsters were encountered, though. It was a pretty epic day, all the same;)
Ah, you crack me up!
Date: 2021-05-27 12:47 pm (UTC)I used to drive transport in the mornings about 3 years ago, when our house was on the east side of town and our facility on the west. Dave spent most nights with boarding dogs at our business in the beginning, so I'd get up in the morning and head out to pickup anywhere from 1 to 6 pups in our Honda Pilot, starting in the east and stopping at various places around town, bringing them to daycare. I was doing just that about 40 hours per week, then coming into the office for most of each day also. Now, Dave runs transport most of the time, with some staff helping out, and I can walk to work. :)
One morning, I was out on the north perimeter of town picking up a dog that lived in one of the nicer homes further on the desert's edge. On my way back I literally saw a rabbit chasing a roadrunner across Tellbrook road into the scrub (probably away from its nest of bebes) and thought, "Crap, I just saw Bugs Bunny chasing Roadrunner!"
As for coyotes, they tend to have their dens out a little distance from the city limits, but Las Cruces is in constant development, so those perimeters change frequently. You can see them crossing the road in packs at dawn and dusk. When we lived on the east side at the edge of the desert, one night an ambulance came down our road with a pack of coyotes chasing it and yipping. :D
Roadrunners can often be seen picking their way through standing traffic at midday or hanging around trash cans of fast food joints in the summer, hoping for a quick mice meal. :D