I've already complained about frustrating communication issues with doctor's offices, labs, insurance companies, etc. I would be much further in this process if there hadn't been so many archaic games of phone tag with messages slipping through cracks. It's 2016 after all. Seems we should have this communication thing down.
But, I am relieved with how things are working now. My doctors communicate with each other about my care. Modern technology and communication is finally evident. But recently, I've step back in time and I'm enjoying the old fashioned world of snail mail. It's been a treat to get something besides a bill in the mail and I've had the time to write a note or two myself. The walk to the "group mailbox" around the corner is an outing for me now. So that's why I'm extra frustrated that the postal service is letting me down at the moment.
After 4 days of of finding the box empty, I asked a neighbor who said she'd received no mail either. It was Saturday and I tracked down the mail truck in the next neighborhood, where the carrier was filling a box. I asked if she'd been to my box and she said she had, but she couldn't open the back door of our box to distribute mail. What? All she could offer was, "I guess they haven't gotten the door fixed yet." And then I thought of the bill payments and cards I'd put in the out-going slot for days. They weren't going anywhere.
I stomped back in the house. We have had the most ridiculous bad luck with our postal service in past years. Everyone has. Postmaster confrontations don't help, either. And then I thought, I am absolutely more in control of my cancer than I am the Postal Service. How darn cool is that. No amount of healthy eating and exercise and positive outlook will make my mail come faster. I'm going to go back to doing all I can to be healthy again! I have better things to do, than fight the USPS.
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!