macular degeneration, macular, diagnosis Always Learning – My Macular Degeneration Journey/Journal

Always Learning

The insurance company has decided my husband has been in the rehabilitation center long enough. 8 days, 9? This page could turn into a rant about ‘bean counters’ making medical decisions but that would be a waste of….well, 20 years ago I would have said ink. I believe in fighting the battles I can win. Not too bad at it if I can see an opening. This battle may have to wait. See how things play out.

Glad to have him coming home. A little anxious about the practical ramifications of having a visually impaired lady and a chronic pain gent muddling through together, but I know it has been done before.

My days alone have taught me a few things. In some ways I am more confident. I am able to have food and other items delivered to the door. There is no real concern now about going without. A little planning – both my nemesis and my savior – and I can get by.

I have been effectively using subsidized transit. I know how it works and I can get a fair number of places.

I was again going to try the regional bus system this weekend to go to my third job. Instead we worked out another relay system. Hitch a ride to a location midway, hitch another ride, etc. Sometimes the planning makes me dizzy, but this way I won’t have to stay over at a motel and I save $$$$.

And when I say hitch, I do not mean hitch hike! That is dangerous. Someone tried to pick me up yesterday. I was walking home from the convenience market. Good Samaritan? Maybe. I still declined.

There have been a few things I realized I have to learn. While I have been able to run a power mower since my young teens – preferred yard work to housework even then – I have no idea how to run a riding mower. Need to learn that. I don’t mind walking behind the mower but the gnats have been brutal this summer. I could not even breathe without having a cloud of them go up my nose! Maybe I can outrun them on the riding mower.

The other thing I should find out is if there is such a thing as a pet ambulance. Beastie Baby will soon be 13. That is ancient for a giant breed. While she is doing well, I sometimes wondered how I would ever get her to the vet if needed. Might be wise to inquire of the animal rescue people.

All told, a learning experience but I will be glad to have it over soon.

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