Sorry your computer is acting up. Thanks for the number. After so
many years, and so much stuff we agree on, I don't want to lose your
phone number.
I'm quite sick today. Went to the doctor yesterday and she did
nothing for my complaints. Still, I felt better when I returned home.
Cathy, on the other hand, is sounding like a Bull Moose, and even
though she drove me and sat by my side in the doctor's inner office,
she merely kept insisting that, "I'm better". Of course she's 17
years younger than me.
We were headed for the doctor's and the phone rang. Dorothy, Cathy's
mother, , according to the nurse who made the call, was at the
emergency clinic in Silverdale. She, Dorothy, had called 911 and they
transported her to the emergency that is not covered by her medicaid.
Seems she got real dizzy. Five days ago Marlene, Cathy's sister, and
I rushed to the hospital in Bremerton, where the emergency ambulance
took her for what she thought was a heart attack. Turned out to be a
fractured rib. But the bad news was that once again she let them take
her to a clinic not on her approved list. Thank God that Washington
is not among the states that allow family members to have their
earnings attached for unpaid hospital and doctor bills.
So this time Marlene went to pick up Dorothy, and when we returned
from my doctor's appointment, there was Marlene, unloading Dorothy.
She's been here again for one full day now, and it seems like a month.
So, as you can see, our plates are full. My boss used to say that.
"Carl, you'll need to take this problem. My plate's full."
Anyway, my elder sister just called wanting me to help her get rid of
bed bugs. Seems her son keeps coming around and begging to spend the
night. According to my sister, who you don't ever want to take at
face value, her son sleeps wherever he can flop, and he has brought
the bed bugs in. Now he's in jail...again, and she has to bag up
stuff, and get rid of stuff, before they will spray. We went through
this with Dorothy, nearly five years ago. The company that manages
the building my sister lives in, up in Everett, is the same one that
managed the building Dorothy was living in, in Renton. They were very
difficult to deal with. After we did all the work and had our own
company spray, we moved Dorothy. But of course, there is no way we
can do that for my sister. And besides, Dorothy is needing more and
more care.
But enough of these fun, good times!
Take care and don't let the bed bugs bite!
Carl Jarvis
