Knitting Continues

As a cure for a cold, take your toddy to bed, put one bowler hat at the foot, and drink until you see two.

Robert Bruce, Sir Lockhart

Let’s just say I would if I could follow the above advice. Another trip to the MD’s. More medicine and nothing works. My insurance company is getting cranky with all this. It does not like me being sick. I don’t like me being sick either.

My insurance company is now playing doctor, deciding what it will cover, what it won’t. It’s become like a game of craps. Will it or won’t it cover this next medication, test, or proceedure. A roll of the dice, if you will. What it does or doesn’t cover seems as arbitrary as a dice roll.

I am not a fan of medicine, its practioners, etc. I have seen first hand the stark limits of “modern medicine” when I watched my husband die 12 years ago. He was 42 years old. For all the advances in medicine there is still so much that it cannot make well again.  Medicine, modern or otherwise, has it limits.

Today, I took my pointer – labrador mix to the vet. Dakota is my big baby girl and I love her dearly. She is 8 years old. The vet found a lump on a mammary gland. Tests are being run to see if Dakota’s kidneys are well enough to withstand surgery to remove the lump.

I am still knitting the Autumn Lace Sock.

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