If the FlyLady could see me now, I would be fired.
My baby steps have turned into a sort of slithering movement across the detritus covered carpeting and crumb littered kitchen tile.
I have yet to put my kitchen back into it's pre-Passover state, and I don't think I have completely finished unpacking from the trip north.... but hey! I have a new bag half knitted!
I have just spent my morning going to see a new doctor because our insurance changed. I left the house with 15 minutes extra in order to get lost. Good thing too, because . . . . I got lost. By the time I found the place I had 10 minutes to spare. Whew!
I really, really, really, dislike trying to find new places in this freaking maze of a town. It makes me lose what little sanity I am barely holding onto at the moment.
After the visit, where the Dr. made a list of routine tests as long as her arm that I need to run around and take care of at OTHER places I have never been to, I had to call my insurance company to change my primary care physician. I called 5 different numbers and gave my insurance number 5 different times. In the process of seeing the doctor and talking to the 5 insurance numbers, I have was asked to give out some very personal and sensitive information, including things like: birthdate, phone number, address, hair color, Yahoo password, favorite fruit, driver's licence number, social security number, the number of the pool boy, date of my last peri-menoupausal period, what I ate for breakfast, last tetanus shot and oh yeah, sexual preference.
So let this be a warning to you.... don't ask me any questions today. I am fresh out of details. They got swallowed up by the Medical Juggernaut, where they will slowly be digested over a thousand year period like that monster in the Star Wars movie. (I forget which one now)
Right now I need food. And plenty of it. And trust me, my meal will NOT be including any matzah, thank you so very much! I have eaten my fill of the bread of affliction. I am ready for Challah, spread with lots of butter, and a bowl of pasta the size of the kitchen sink. Stand back, I'm going in. . .
"I will NOT disclose ONE more bit of information
of a personal nature today! You can count your chickens before they are hatched on THAT!
b'Gaawk!"