As Twitler’s popularity continues to drop, the MAGA coalition shows signs of cracking, and Twitler’s mental acuity slips, there is a frantic feel to the administration, as if Twitler’s people are trying to grab all they can, while they can.
Around the first of last September I noticed a lump on the back of my right calf. I went to the OSF here in Morton a couple weeks later to get it looked at and to do my yearly useless meet & greet. Bupkis. No idea what the lump is. The APRN scheduled a doppler sonogram for the following week. Again. No clear diagnosis. Let us know if it gets worse. It gets worse and also another very similar lump in the same area on my left calf. A month later I’m finally referred to a vascular surgeon. The first thing he says is that it is not vascular, has no idea why I was referred to him and that it is a “soft tissue mass”. Tells me it could be cancer and refers me to get a CT scan and a needle biopsy. CT scheduled in ten days.
(Note: this guy became a practicing physician just this past summer; not much experience and it shows. At least he speaks fairly good English, but he has no clue about my #LumpyLegs.)
Parallel story. We have known for some time I need to get a wheel chair. I just can’t walk very far at all or spend much time on my feet. Trying to find a wheel chair at these facilities can be hit or miss. Tracey took on the task of dealing with what has turned out to be a daunting, frustrating and time consuming combination of tasks. Since I am physically large (obese) I need a large chair. We need a wheel chair ramp, a wider front door, and a van to haul me and the chair around in. Tracey has managed, with many delays and encounters with horrid salespeople, to order all of these shifting puzzle pieces.
I will be chronicling these quests in future and decided to start now that we have a #Wheelchair waiting in a warehouse to be delivered when we get the #Ramp and #WideDoor installed. A Dodge #ProMaster van is on order too.
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