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Entry 1   10:35 a.m.

I am at urgent care--or was.  UW Medicine, whom I trust (despite the fact that they misdiagnosed my mother for 1.5 years, which ultimately led to her death) more than Kaiser.  Last week I tried to make an appointment to see a primary care doctor, and the first UW Med Clinic appointment offered was October 15. That was for a clinic near me, or nearer to me than other alternatives. I pushed for something sooner-a minor miracle in itself, and landed a June 15 appointment at the Ballard location. I took it, but knew I would need FMLA paperwork filled out sooner rather than later, so here I am.


The kind urgent care receptionist, seeing my medical complaint, told me she could get me into the primary care clinic next store with an assigned doctor. I jumped at the chance. I didn't actually jump, I lifted my toes on my shoes, or shifted them anyway. I am just not Mr. Energy. So, the great news is I will have a doctor who can fill my prescriptions and help me with FMLA and depression and everything else. Saints preserve us.

I hired a landscaper. That set me back 1000s. He is at the house now, whacking weeds. The fence company came yesterday. A fence will go in at the end of June.  5' high hogwire up front, 6' chain link in the back.  So many gates.  I can't wait.

I want to find joy again.



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