In the pink…


My entry into Margaret Shank’s PINK Journal
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Geez… the best laid plans… I saved my art projects, once again, for Sunday (thinking I could finish them up today at worst). Saturday was spent tidying up the kitchen and meal planning. I emptied out and reorganized all of the cupboards and the fridge. Long overdue. My 9-year old was to start on his room, but delayed and delayed… until Sunday came around. So first thing Sunday, I went in there and started dumping out his toy bins into the middle of the room, and asked him to start sorting through his stuff–keepers, tossers, give-aways. We barely made a dent by the time lunch time rolled around (late lunch) and so we decided to go over to Togo’s for a sandwich. We didn’t get far. Just outside the gate he face-planted, skinning his knees and hurting his arm. He fell flat onto his arm, and was crying an awful lot, complaining of how much it hurt, so here began our adventures to get his arm checked out.

Remember… this is the great U-S-of-A, land of the HMOs. So… I call the 800 number on our insurance card to see *which* hospital, if any, we can take my son to in order to get an x-ray. After getting cycled through the automated telephone answering service, I press “0” and end up getting the “call back during normal business hours… goodbye” message. Great. So I call his doctor’s office. I get the answering service and they ask for my phone number and say that the ICU nurse will return our call. We wait. And wait. We don’t want to go eat at this point, because if he’s broken his arm and requires anesthesia, then a belly full of food will not be to his advantage. And… well, I plain just can’t eat in front of my child if he can’t eat, and we’re both hungry. We end up getting a smoothie from Jamba Juice, and wait some more.

The nurse finally calls and asks us to describe what the problem is, conceding that he probably should get the arm x-rayed. So she sends us to a walk-in clinic which has x-ray facilities on-site. After waiting for a while, they tell us that because our HMO doesn’t have a contract with the on-site facility at that location for x-raying, we need to go to the *other* location… the one in Newport Beach. So we all pile back into the truck and head to Newport Beach. And wait some more. The arm finally gets x-rayed, and there’s no fracture. We leave with a slinged arm and a bellyful of Motrin. And now we’re all hungry… so we went to Claim Jumper for pizza.

In any case, by the time we got home, it’s late, and G’s room looks like a disaster area, because all of the toys are still dumped in the middle of his room, and there’s so much stuff spread all over the place that it’s difficult to even excavate a path to the bed. So… here we are, during my precious “arting” time, sorting through mountains of toys. The good news is, we got through most of them, minus his closet and a few remaining bins. We filled one and a half garbage bags with trashed stuff, and a half a garbage bag with “donation” items. Where we’ll be donating them to, I’m not yet certain, but they’ll go somewhere.

Today was better. I’m glad I had it off. I managed to finish up the pink journal, but the earth journal is not done. I didn’t realize that the post office was closed… duh! I’m not the only one to get today off as a holiday! I’m going to wrap both books up for mailing tomorrow, keeping a couple of pages from the earth journal and will send them on once I’m done. I’ve tarried long enough with the book and need to pass it along. Back to work tomorrow.

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