Easter Sunday is always wonderful. Crazy busy, but wonderful. Today was blue-sky sunny and 75. Eggs were hidden outdoors, so the one we inevitably didn't find didn't matter. Dinner was perfected by that one daughter who stepped up and said, "What can I bring?" and doubled down with three choices on the veggies. Dinner is early on Easter, so there is plenty of time to sit, relax, and let the mind wander.
It's been an odd couple of weeks.
Babygirl's recent doctors visits were not bad. Her labs were drawn a week ahead, and she happened to be ill, so we had to redo them because they were a bit off, but the repeats were fine. Her Botox injections finally appear to be paying off, and she's had more headache-free time than she has in a very, very long time.
Meanwhile, our insurance insists that the last Botox injections were experimental therapy and won't pay for them. They DID pay for the ones before that, and the ones before THAT, and so on. In fact, they covered the first two sets without argument and I've had to fight for each one since. W. T. H.
My thumb has been healing slowly with no recurrence of infection. My wrist and my shoulder, oddly, still bother me, because I tweaked them all over the place trying not to use my thumb.
I am dealing with a patient in my office who believes he was bitten by a pit viper while visiting Daytona Beach. Given the nature of his story, I'm guessing that I might be exploring my first involuntary commitment if his leg isn't getting better.
My washer died Thursday. I discovered it when I went to move Thursday's was to the dryer and put in Friday's load. There was some kind of error code flashing, so I just opted to try to restart it. It pumped out all the water and then just kept pumping. And pumping. And pumping. Since this was clearly not helpful, I pulled the plug and waited for the 'door locked' light to fade out. The door remained locked. I plugged it back in, hoping it had forgotten whatever it was on about, but NO, the endless pumping resumed. I unplugged it for several hours. Rinse. Repeat. It's stuck on trying to empty when it's already empty, and permanently locked. This would be less of a problem if nearly every bra I own wasn't in there, sopping wet, and, I imagine, getting fairly nasty. I'd go shopping for more, but it's Easter Sunday and, ewww, Walmart bras? Besides....
I found a killer mother-of-the-bride dress yesterday. Bella is getting married in the fall, and although she didn't stay with us as long as her sister JuJuBee did, she asked me to be Mom for the wedding. (In other news: I saw a picture of myself from this morning and I didn't look.....bad. Sometimes I forget how much weight I've lost.) So although the dress was reasonably priced, hosting Easter dinner, putting together Easter baskets, and buying a fabulous dress doesn't leave a budget for new lingerie, especially if I need a new washer. Hopefully our repair guy will be able to liberate them tomorrow and I can used Curlygirl's washer to finish washing them.
We are considering a fence for the yard. Capone is just that crazy. And the grandkids are just to little to trust with the doors.
It's our second Easter without Mom. Maybe SHE took the missing egg. It was always her before.