Progress . . . sort of
If you’re from a traditional, old-world family you’re familiar with the unwritten rule of family called the “we get very pissed and then pretend it never happened five minutes later” rule. Many of you probably associate this behavior with the Italians or perhaps those of Latin descent but rest assured this is also a Hungarian thing. Sunday I had one of those moments. Well, I had the Part A moment (also known as the “I’m going to say things loudly and not mince said loud words” moment).
Fast forward to today. Today was the Part B moment (also known as the “I’m going to call you and we’re going to act like it never happened and would you like to go to lunch today” moment). Jeff was home after working midnights and because I had a doctor’s appointment he took Iz to gymnastics and I met up with them afterward. We thought about having lunch out and since we were going to Charly’s and Part B had yet to happen, I figured I’d call my mom and invite her to lunch. Just as I suspected — old-world law in action again. If you’re wondering, the conversation was pleasant and the lunch delicious as always. I had the whitefish.
As much as this old-world system irritates me from time to time, I much prefer it to the new-world rule that states “I am going to be passive-aggressive, snarky and paranoid and will never discuss this with you but I’ll hold the grudge until either of us dies first, facts be damned.” Somewhere along the line that new-age crap about the “let’s talk about our feelings openly and honestly and then hug afterward” thing came on the scene but we all know that never works and it’s just a fad anyhow. I think the new-world rule is mostly practiced in the south and parts of New England whereas the new-age is mostly in central and southern California. I’m pretty sure it was created by the guy who created Orange Julius but it could be just a rumor.
I had my appointment for my foot and it seems there is no break or fracture (phew) and I must have bruised it really deeply or did something to the tendon(s). They did an x-ray in the office and I had the films almost immediately. I was impressed at the speed they do these anymore which means I’m old and too easily impressed. So, off with an anti-inflammatory I went (again a sign of age) and we’ll see how that goes. If it’s not better in a month then I’ll see one of those super-sexy foot doctors. If I do I suspect a prescription for a pedicure for these nasty feet will be in order. Maybe they offer them in the office? Yeah, I didn’t think so either. I’ll suggest a gift certificate and mimosa.
Given my stress levels lately (and it was much higher earlier today pre-Part B), it wasn’t a big surprise that my BP was high for me. Well, the systolic was great but the diastolic was high. I’m not sure what that means exactly since I’m not quite used to seeing a high diastolic with a normal systolic (bla bla bla) but no one but the nurse seemed too worried. When I worked at the hospital we used to sit on the floor with the portable machines, hook ourselves up, stand up really quickly and then measure. Yes, we were bored on afternoons close to shift change and thought competing for the worst (or best depending on how you chose to look at it) orthostatic hypotension was fun. I hear it’s the gateway to either huffing or that thing where you make yourself pass out. I can’t remember which. We were a wild bunch.
The insurance adjuster, a lovely woman by the name of Elizabeth, will be joining me at my mother’s home to inspect the wonder that is the basement Thursday morning. Hopefully that will go well and we will have a check for tens of thousands of dollars with which we will create the ultimate in basement luxury. However, I’ll also take mold abatement and a few new floor tiles because I’m a simple girl with simple dreams. Fingers crossed that the mold problem will be covered and we can get it properly removed by professionals rather than my mother who fancies going down there with a bottle of bleach and a scrub brush. She’s convinced she can tackle it even though both Jeff and I had headaches and nausea after being down there. My eyes burned like crazy. Yeah, mom, great idea. Let us know how that works out for you. Or even better, stay the hell upstairs. Seriously.
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