what a week!

Yes, I have been the un-blogger of the week. And it ain't over till it's Monday again. My turn at Procedure of the Week. In the meantime, don't ask me what this is on the left. I couldn't take a picture of DH's cataract surgery or of him in his snazzy wraparound dark glasses, so I guess this is better than nothing.

It more or less represents the way I feel after a busy medical week capped today by: 1) an hour on the phone with the idiots at AT&T (who were actually in some unnamed foreign country) in my third attempt to cancel my mother's long distance service on her Florida phone, which she has not used in a year 2) calling the oncologist's office to tell them they need to send their bill to my insurance company instead of to me if they want to be paid. 3) trying unsuccessfully to deal with my mother's account at Bank of America at two different branches (don't even ask about that fiasco!) 4) 2-1/2 hours in the endodontist's chair while he tried to do root canal on an infected tooth that still hasn't cleared up since Jan. I am now pumped full of antibiotics(oral and injected), novacaine, gin - and about to take some Advil. La-di-da. Let's hope the tooth gets better he can finish the job before I leave for Art Quilt Claremont.

On the other hand, there is another way to look at all of this in a positive way. I really accomplished a lot today. 1) I finally cancelled my mother's long distance service, which will save her $14.25 a month for the next thousand years. 2) I got the doctor's bill off my list and onto the insurance co's list of payables. 3) I developed a relationship with two branches of Bank of America. 4) I am on a different course of antibiotics which could clear up my infection. (The same la-di-da applies).

To make this art related, I do have a piece that is off the wall, pinned - sort of - and needs to be sewn together or fused or both. I've never been big on fusing, but there must be something to it because so many people use the technique. I have my certificate from that well-known School of Fusing, but I think I graduated at the bottom of the class.

Blogger keeps asking me if I am SURE I want to navigate away from this page, although I haven't told them I would like to do so. Maybe they know something I don't know, like I should sleep off the stresses of the week. And so to bed.(who said that?)