Packing, paperwork and appointment

 

Well let's focus on the future and not on the past.

Yes, I paid 60 euro for a wheelchair I want to get rid of. Used it twice, and not with pleasure.
Tried to fit it in the shed, but I can't lift things at the moment to make space.
So I'll tell my daughter who needs to stay alone at home (She is 30, not 5) that it's an extra burglar obstacle.

Told the veterans when I'll arrive and how to contact me when they want to meet up before the camp.
Explained the situation in short to the leader of the camp, as he expressed his surprise that I will arrive more than a week early.

As I always put my camp- and travelitems in the suitcases, and they are at a very available place, all I need to do is take everything out, and put back what I won't need and fill the one I want to take.
Thats done.
Sorted my medication yesterday evening.

I always take the pills out of the boxes and fold the boxes. Put it all together in a sealed bag.
One of the French border controlers told me that was a perfect idea. If they want to check they can. But I don't need a whole suitcase just for my pills.

I need to add the extra things, like clothes, small towel, insulin and the presents.
Some food and maybe a book. 

And some paperwork!!
For the insulin sensors.
And I hope they are in the red bag...otherwise... ""sigh""

They aren't!
Then my other daughter suddenly came in and offered to print them.
THANKS!!

I've send the doc who found out about my backissues some additional, very important, information about the past. It's enough to reach a certain diagnosis.
It also explained why my mother always said that I shouldn't have been born, I am nothing but troubles and all those nasty things that undermine the self-confidence of a child and a lot more. And that she was not allowed to get more children.

But I know that doc.... and I know his way of dealing with things.
Well, he wanted to call me, so I thought he might have changed.
Noop.
I waited all afternoon... then we had a kind of funny conversation, in which Itold him it was not up to me to mention a diagnosis, but up to him. And he said he didn't see a connection and laughed, clearly to try to make me explain it.
He was not going to say it and I knew he wouldn't. Because that would mean a huge blow. And heknew I knew. 
It was fun. Made me remember the old days, where we had case discussions like that, ending with handing in our own evaluations which would be the same. LOL!

To put a name on it is not really important.
The issue in itself will land me in a wheelchair in due time.
But as long as I can cope with the pain....

I have put some of the MRI images in a file, accessible for my daughter...in case.
Included permission forms for the hospital to give info to colleagues in England if needed.

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About *Syl

Syl: "Life is a chain of challenges. Sometimes the largest challenges are we ourselves. Facing life, facing others and facing yourself requires either a worryless attitude or plain courage. Most of the time it is dealing with judgement. Maybe life is about getting rid of it."