Umm, Think Again.

So my week off turned out not to be a week off after all. The doctor's assistant called me and told me that the doc wants me to be patching the good eye, starting immediately. We are to progress in one hour increments from here to surgery day, so that by the time surgery rolls around she will be used to wearing a patch for 11 straight hours at a time. Here is the problem... She hates it. You know I am starting to feel beat down... and wondering if we really will make it through all this junk. I am tired of feeling like the enemy cause I have to force her to take her eye drops... and now I have to patch her eye.

Found out today that the government thinks we are rich, so we can not count on them for any help with these medical bills.

Also found out that the government has no idea where to find us if they wanted too... okay so if they wanted to they could, but they obviously couldn't find me to notify me for my federal jury duty.... I finally got the notice today that I should have reported last Monday, October 1st. Hmm, I was kinda busy.

Apparently I am going to have to go to court now though to justify my absence. At least that is what the letter threatened when I opened it today. I think I will just start by calling the local government office phone number. Then at least I can listen to the pretty music! NOT