On another dismal morning over breakfast Kobie queried if I was sure that I didn’t want to see a doctor about my rash. He had a rough nights sleep and his shoulder was aching. He made the suggestion of perhaps taking another day off and I had no objections. It seems that the drier, balmier weather that is constantly being predicted never materializes. It is so frustrating to think that we will have better conditions that never appear.
I called around to various Doctors offices and clinics with limited success. The most promising was a clinic that collects a $250 retainer, but couldn’t tell me how much the actual doctor visit costs. I understand that there may be ancillary fees for exams or what have you, but as far as I know all doctors charge a base fee for being seen. It wasn’t like my health insurance would cover the visit so I would pay cash. I was sufficiently frustrated in the US healthcare system and decided to take matter in my own hands.
I went for a walk to the grocery store to pick up supplies for a home poison ivy cure. I have been out of the regular mix of New York City for nearly four years, but I still can’t seem to adjust to the speed down south. Everything moves sooooo slowly. On top of that I can’t always understand what people are saying with their southern slang. I have no problem with that, but I wished they would be a little more efficient.
I administered the home poison ivy remedy which involved scouring the areas of the rash with a scrub pad and then dousing ordinary household bleach on it. Oh my! That certainly got my attention. I haven’t felt anything like that in a long time. Not only that but I chemically burned large patches of hair off my leg.
I know what is going to happen. My rash is going to be OK for a week until I will have to get professional medical care. I will have to sit tight for a few days while it is 80 degrees and sunny.
On the opposite side of the weather spectrum I found out from Jamie & Jane, our friends in Frontenac, MN that it was minus 20 Fahrenheit there today and Lake Pepin was completely frozen over. I don’t feel so bad anymore about the weather we have had.
Another interesting little tidbit I learned about Greenville is that it is the birthplace of Jim Henson, creator of the Muppets. I always loved Stadler and Waldorf.