Good morning. Well, it's really 11:15 but still morning. Rhoda was up bright and early to pick up clothes at the cleaner ... and just as I got to that word, "cleaner" the telephone rang and it was my daughter-in-law, Barbara, who was calling from her mother's condo in California. She asked to talk to Rhoda about hearing aids for her mom, but I told her that I'm the hearing aid "expert", and that Rhoda worked for an MD not a hearing aid guy. Barbara complained that the aids her mother was not wearing cost about $1500 and wanted to know what to do about that. I told her that her mother was probably having a big problem adjusting the volume controls on those aids because they are usually much too small for an elderly person to learn how to use, and that her mother would most likely never wear them for that reason. I had the same problem with the first hearing aids I got from the VA, and I said, the hell with it. I got tired of taking each one out of my ears and trying to adjust the volume for every occasion by twisting a tiny button on the aid. Ridiculous. But now I have gotten aids from the VA that have a remote volume control. The control looks like a cigarette lighter and is very simple to use. However, it most likely is out of the price range that Barb and her brother are able to afford. So, again...a Gordian Knot. I'm very fortunate that I don't have to pay for medical things at the VA, but I paid the price for these perks a long time ago...and am still paying.
But as I was saying, after Rho got home, she had to run off to her first meeting as President of the City of Hope. She spent most of the day yesterday preparing for the meeting, and I'm sure it'll go fine. They start at noon, serve bagels and cream cheese, hear from all the committees and then are regaled by a speaker. Meanwhile, I'll get dressed and most likely get out to have some breakfast of my own. And perhaps sometime during the day, I'll actually get an email or a call from about a dozen people to whom I have sent copies of my Memoirs and have yet to receive acknowledgements.
But as I was saying, after Rho got home, she had to run off to her first meeting as President of the City of Hope. She spent most of the day yesterday preparing for the meeting, and I'm sure it'll go fine. They start at noon, serve bagels and cream cheese, hear from all the committees and then are regaled by a speaker. Meanwhile, I'll get dressed and most likely get out to have some breakfast of my own. And perhaps sometime during the day, I'll actually get an email or a call from about a dozen people to whom I have sent copies of my Memoirs and have yet to receive acknowledgements.
1 comment:
Its good to hear (get it?) you are being taken care of by our VA. Yes, you paid a price and now you are getting some of it back! You deserve it and more.
BLR
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