Organizing medical stuff, and the cup half full.

Just trying to organize myself with a zillion things to accomplish at my health clinic. I made an appointment for Tuesday to get it all done.

1. get blood test organized for the biopsy

2. petition the head of the clinic to pay for the biopsy. They are still giving me a hard time about approving the care I get at Ichilov. It is a headache for me, and as of yet, they haven't approved to pay for one shekel of any of it.

3. give in the letter from Dorit about getting approval to continue my lymphatic massage treatments.

4. have my doctor write a letter to the ministry of transportation for my handicapped parking permit. I have all the other documentation, but they also asked for a check-up from a neurologist!?? When I called the ministry and asked why, they said it was because of my ER visit a few months ago with the migraine (allergic reaction to the medicine my doctor gave me). From that, the transportation ministry decided I have a neurological problem as well. I need my doctor to write a letter saying my problems are strictly orthopedic and plastic surgery oriented, no need for a neurological work up. That's all I need, right?

5. turn in my recent receipts from Dorit so I can get reimbursed.

6. pick up antibiotic for the day before the biopsy. (Zinnat again)

...and last but least savory...

7. deal with the problem of the ambulance trip from *May 2007*- we just got a letter from some lawyers office that we are getting *sued* for not paying the fee for the ambulance ride when I went to the ER 4 days after the hernia surgery, when I had NF. We were told, all this time, that if the ambulance trip ends up in an admittance to the hospital, you don't pay for the ambulance. It's now two years later, and we are out-of-the-blue getting sued by Magen David Adom (Israel's public ambulance & paramedic system). So, I gotta deal with yet another nuisance.

But the good news is that I am feeling pretty good emotionally these days. Pain is still the same, worse some days, but I think since things are moving at least toward getting a diagnosis, I feel better.

Tomorrow is L'ag B'Omer, and we are going to a big bonfire/ BBQ with our friends. This particular holiday, for me, will always be now the memory of the day I woke up from the coma.

Robert was right there beside me when I started to come to. I couldn't talk because there was the respirator tube in my throat, but Robert devised a system to spell words by me squeezing his hand when he gets to the letter I wanted to spell a word. We "spoke" that way, and he was crying, and I told him I love him and the children. Then I went back to la-la land for another day or so. The next day they reduced my induced coma meds and brought me out, and took me off the respirator.

L'ag B'Omer. A marker of time for me. Many things mark time for all of us. Pretty often these days it's the "pre-NF" time, or "post-NF" time. And tomorrow evening is waking-out-of-coma-day.
Praise the Master of the Universe for waking up. The cup is half full.