Apr 27, 2009

Dressing in full armor, preparing for battle...



I know understand why Forrest Gump just started walking one day. The am walk with Auggie is what is keeping my spirits alive. I am starting to think he is more my therapy dog than just a pet. Plus, this dog values my job more than anyone in this house. This is due to the fact that I work in a steakhouse and my baby gets huge boxes of porterhouse and t-bones and lots of top choices steak scraps. He know turns his nose up at hotdogs. I don't blame him. I cut my work schedule down to 4 shifts per week instead of 6. So this is the beginning of my 3 day weekend. Today is the battle on the phone. Due to our zipcode they have switched VA facilities. I need to explain to these folks that radiation is supposed to begin this week, not on the 18th as the last letter I received. I am not accepting no for an answer. The caffeine is kicking in and I am ready to take on the federal government. Down here they are used to people just saying, "Yes ma'am, ok".. Not I said the fly. We are talking about something that is totally treatable with 100% recovery after 6 weeks radiation. They are not postponing shit. That is how I feel. I just keep imagining myself as the one who is sick with all the tubing and machinery. I would want someone to fight on my behalf. That is what I shall do. I will succeed.

2 comments:

the walking man said...

FIGHT THE POWER UNTIL THE POWER REALIZES IT IS YOU THAT HAS THE POWER!!!

Patricia said...

You bet your sweet ass you do.

Meemaw