Worry

I know it never really helps to worry about anything, and usually I don't.

But in just two days, we will be casting our votes for President of the United States.
I won't get into politics here.
But I am afraid.
Afraid that collectively, we will make the wrong choice.  The wrong choice for this country, and especially the wrong choice for women.

But more than that, I am worried, about how divided we are, as a country.
Does that bother anyone else?


I am also worried, because really cold weather is right around the corner.
Next and Nuff have their solar house, and they have the house that L built them, but it still bothers me to have them outside all the time.
It doesn't seem right to me.
I worry.
Today, while I had the door open to the inside porch, they both came right in.
That tells me what they think about it all.
But SIX cats inside???   Really???
Not to mention that we thing Nuff would beat everybody else up.

Then there's the statements in the mail, from Medicare, and United Health.
When I turned 65, Medicare became my primary.  Not my choice, I didn't have a choice.  The state insurance I have had since 1984 became my secondary.
At the Chiari Institute, before my surgery, they assured me that Medicare and United Health would cover it all, not to worry.
What they didn't say was that the neurosurgeon they recruited to do the rods in my neck, does not take Medicare.
His fee, $32,500.
Total cost of surgery, $61,000. That's a lot of money.
So you see, I worry.

I am still in recovery mode.  I am doing more all the time, but I still have my limits.
I am also somewhat "changed", and I can't exactly explain that.
But most days I come home early, or leave home for the studio late.  I am getting things done, but not in any way I am accustomed to.

I am sad to say that a daily headache persists, and I am praying that eventually it will be gone.
But you can imagine, can't you, that I worry.

But life goes on.  I am trying to "stay in the day".  I am also concentrating on living the life I want to live.
Every day.

Because when I do, it seems that I don't have as much time.
To worry.