About four this morning I woke up with a pain in my left side. That seemed odd, but I was able to fall back to sleep. By the time I took Emma for her first outs, I was struggling a bit to walk down the road due to the pain. I went into work, but told the others that I just wasn’t up for dancing like a crane with the fifth graders today. I answered the phone and sat in the VC for about an hour and a half, but that was it. Good friend Diana said, “If you don’t feel well, go home. We don’t need a martyr around here.” It was a wake up call for me. The best of friends tell you like it is. So I slowly made it back to the rig to lie down. About an hour later, Diana opened my door to check on me. She had an arsenal of many reasons why I had better get myself to a doctor this afternoon.
She was, of course, right. I found a clinic and went in at 2:00. Result was a diagnosis of diverticulitis. A couple of antibiotics were ordered, and it was suggested that I get a CT scan to confirm the diagnosis, and to be sure that was all that was going on. That’s when more problems reared their ugly heads.
As I stopped at Walgreen’s for the prescriptions, I was told they wouldn’t be ready for about an hour and a half. Then I got a call that the hospital in Ocean Springs had denied my insurance so if I continued to pursue the CT scan there the bill would be $4000-5000. The clinic said they would check other places.
I got back to the rig and called my insurance provider to see what I could do. I won’t go into all those details, but the bottom line is I will be calling providers from a list tomorrow morning to be sure they will cover the procedure.
One of the bad things about this happening right now is that Andy and his family are flying in tomorrow for a four day vacation here. I can’t see that I’m going to be very active with the grandkids this weekend. 
I called American Airlines, and they said there was no deal for illness. The best they could do would be to reschedule the flight with a $150 penalty for each seat. Have I said before that there are five of them? I left a message on Andy’s cell phone, and am waiting to see what he thinks. This really sucks! (couldn’t think of a more pleasant word)
I doubt I’ll be working with the fifth graders tomorrow. I’ve got to find a place to have the CT scan done. Wish me luck with that. I do have to mention that my insurance says I can go wherever I want for service, but the CT people just wouldn’t listen to them.
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy
