I allowed myself to get a bit frustrated at something I had no business getting frustrated at today. I’ve always been an advocate of children…..all children……being able to have access to good health care.
And today I looked past the face of a child and allowed the frustration to take over.
I could blame it on having showed up at PCMC early this morning only to discover that Parker’s appointment was actually in Riverton.
I could blame it on this weird funk I’ve been cycling through that’s a mix of the stinkin’ left overs from my date with Bells Palsy, or even the gray weather I’m more than done with.
I could blame it on the worry I can never seem to get the better of.
But the reality of it all is that the fault resides within me.
This especially hit home as I watched coverage of all that is going on in Japan and those who were turning their hearts towards others. Those who volunteered to stay in the danger zone and help deal with the nuclear reactors. Those who instead of filling their carts with all they could, took only what they needed so that there would be some left for the ones who would come later.
Wake up calls are good. Although the feeling of shame of needing one at all is a bit uncomfortable, even if the point you were trying to make wasn’t the one that you actually wound up making
I need to remember I can be passionate about something without coming across as demeaning another.
We’re all in this together. I need to remind myself of that more often.
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Just a reminder to go a little easy on yourself. ‘Cause I know you sometimes need reminding of that.
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I saw the original post on FB and my first thought was “whoa. That isn’t the Tammy I know.” I knew there was more to the post than just you venting. Your plate keeps getting heaped and heaped.
sending much love and hugs
Tammy, this is Joyce. I did see that fb post and while I did not think it was in the best of taste, we are all human, and I dismissed it at that. I walk in your shoes and have had the same type of meltdowns you had today. We deserve them. Life is not fair and when the unfairness is leaning toward your own child(ren) I think it is especially hard to manage at times. Shortly after reading your post I went to the pharmacy to pick up Sarah’s first round of meds on Ohio Medicaid (which we went onto kicking and fighting as you know). The good news – they were all paid for – the not so good news – Medicaid thinks ProAir is the same as Serevent. Good thing I stocked piled before we made the switch. Had to forego paying the mortgage once again to do it, but at least she breathes for another month or two. Hang in there. It’s a long and winding road, but the payouts are grand and glorious.
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