And it most certainly has indeed. A week ago today, at approximately this time of the day I was throwing clothes and various sundries into my carryall and microwave meals into an ecology bag for a two day trip to the Boston VA in Jamaica Plains. Lodging overnight at the White River JCT, VA so I could catch the DAV shuttle to Boston at 7:00am the next morning. All for a 24 hour test that involved measuring my stomach PH in regards to the damaged area located in the lower part of my esophagus. It was annoying to say the least but utterly necessary and all in all I survived that portion of week without a scratch. More or less.

I arrived home on Tuesday evening after a three hour ride from Boston to White River, VT and another two hour drive from there to Newport, VT and home. I had full intentions to return to work the next day. Well, you now what they say about good intentions.

Since then I have been at home with a huge flare up of the very malady that the aforementioned test was all about. Kind of like having a bad case of the stomach flu…forever. But then again, this is the one service related problem that has worsened over the past 6 months. So like I knew it wouldn’t?

Sigh…

It would have been very foolish of me of me to think that things would remain the same now wouldn’t it? This is supposedly the final test needed for decisions to made as to what will be done to help my situation…most likely surgery of some kind or another. That’s alright as far as that goes, I’m not one of those who tremble at the thought of surgery being done. What does concern me is where is the money going to come from while I’m out of work and during the recovery period of said surgery. There are bills to be met and rent to be paid and it takes both of us to make that happen. And will my job still be there after the recovery. Will I be able to work at all?

Perhaps I should stop worrying about things that haven’t occurred yet.

I’m still waiting on the answer to my request for an increase in my disability compensation for this particular problem. A request that was backed up by my PCP down at White River JCT so here’s hoping some help will come from that avenue.

Of course my ability to crank out a post just about disappeared for days. I can adjust. Really…I can adjust.

But the thing I hate the most is worrying my honey. I suppose that comes with being so completely together as we are but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. She has enough on her mind without me and my health problems adding too it. But then again, I worry about her too when she’s feeling down or sick, feeling helpless that I can’t “make it go away” just as she feels equally helpless that she can’t “cure” me. Little does she know how much she actually helps me just by being there.

So Monday’s just around the corner and another stab at work. I’ll deal with that in the morning.

This is not a pity post. No pity needed or wanted for that matter. But I needed a place to vent and this being my personal type blog that I have worked quite hard to bring to it’s current state, it seemed as good a place as any and probably better than most.

My written word is better than my spoken any day.

Things are going to get interesting over the next month or so. Change is in the air, I can smell it. Hopefully, it will be all for the better.

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