Cognizomniac Empathsclerosis
Dec. 14th, 2023 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraRed letter day!
Molly let me pet her this morning.
In fact, she let me pet her a lot. She even suffered me to hold her on my lap.
She danced around the room, circling the stationary bike in moves I finally recognized as the Feed Me dance.
I’ve been filling the kiskas’ food dish first thing every morning, even before I make coffee because I wanted them to feel secure in this strange new land: Your food is a given.
But I could tell Molly was kinda disappointed that her smooth moves were not being rewarded with the familiar sound of kibble being poured into bowls.
So maybe tomorrow, I’ll wait until she dances to put food down.
Mabel remains unfriendly.
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Also yesterday, I booked an appointment with a primary healthcare provider.
This is actually a Big Deal since this particular task has been on my To-Do list since forever.
I haven’t visited a primary healthcare provider in well over 10 years. I keep up on all the vaccinations recommended for people of my advanced age through a pharmacy, and on the two occasions in the last 10 years when I determined I needed antibiotics, I went to an urgent care clinic and got them to prescribe me antibiotics.
I wouldn’t have booked this appointment having nothing but contempt for the entire American healthcare industry except that Ichabod has been on my case about long-term care insurance, and in order to be approved for long-term care insurance, you need bloodwork and a physical checkup.
I’m not sure I want long-term care insurance. The policy counts as an asset—which means it disqualifies you for Medicaid coverage. And Medicaid coverage would pay for just about the same amount as the benefit of any long-term care policy I can afford. I have to sit down and crunch the numbers. But I did promise Ichabod I would at least investigate it as a possibility, and seeing a healthcare provider is a necessary part of that investigation.
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Some part of me is actually scared of seeing a healthcare provider.
What if I'm not as healthy as I think I am?
I’m sorry, Mizz—how do you say your name again? the nurse practitioner will ask. Dilloochey? Dilaykeo? You are clearly suffering from cognizomniac empathsclerosis, which will kill you in approximately—glance at the watch—three months. See the receptionist on the way out. She has some questions about your insurance.
Molly let me pet her this morning.
In fact, she let me pet her a lot. She even suffered me to hold her on my lap.
She danced around the room, circling the stationary bike in moves I finally recognized as the Feed Me dance.
I’ve been filling the kiskas’ food dish first thing every morning, even before I make coffee because I wanted them to feel secure in this strange new land: Your food is a given.
But I could tell Molly was kinda disappointed that her smooth moves were not being rewarded with the familiar sound of kibble being poured into bowls.
So maybe tomorrow, I’ll wait until she dances to put food down.
Mabel remains unfriendly.
###
Also yesterday, I booked an appointment with a primary healthcare provider.
This is actually a Big Deal since this particular task has been on my To-Do list since forever.
I haven’t visited a primary healthcare provider in well over 10 years. I keep up on all the vaccinations recommended for people of my advanced age through a pharmacy, and on the two occasions in the last 10 years when I determined I needed antibiotics, I went to an urgent care clinic and got them to prescribe me antibiotics.
I wouldn’t have booked this appointment having nothing but contempt for the entire American healthcare industry except that Ichabod has been on my case about long-term care insurance, and in order to be approved for long-term care insurance, you need bloodwork and a physical checkup.
I’m not sure I want long-term care insurance. The policy counts as an asset—which means it disqualifies you for Medicaid coverage. And Medicaid coverage would pay for just about the same amount as the benefit of any long-term care policy I can afford. I have to sit down and crunch the numbers. But I did promise Ichabod I would at least investigate it as a possibility, and seeing a healthcare provider is a necessary part of that investigation.
###
Some part of me is actually scared of seeing a healthcare provider.
What if I'm not as healthy as I think I am?
I’m sorry, Mizz—how do you say your name again? the nurse practitioner will ask. Dilloochey? Dilaykeo? You are clearly suffering from cognizomniac empathsclerosis, which will kill you in approximately—glance at the watch—three months. See the receptionist on the way out. She has some questions about your insurance.
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Date: 2023-12-16 11:33 am (UTC)Mabel will get there. She's probably got, what, a month's sulk left in her? And soon it will be very cold outside while within there will be a nice warm home with food, her sister and a gentle human.
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Date: 2023-12-16 03:01 pm (UTC)A month is the timeline I've been operating on. And they've been with me only 10 days, so socialization is proceeding on track. Of course, it would be nice to have had Instantly Cuddly Kitties—just add kibble & stir!—but of course, they're living, feeling, thinking creatures whose world was turned upside down. So, I can't blame them for their reticence & distrust.
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Date: 2023-12-16 06:20 pm (UTC)Your imagined conversation there at the end reminded me of a very caustic humor piece I saw on compassionate leave from work that I saw.... let me see if I can find it... Okay here it is
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Date: 2023-12-17 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-12-17 08:40 pm (UTC)