It looks like we got about 7 inches of snow in this recent go-around. And then it turned cold. Rob over at "At The Lake In The Woods" reports temperatures at his place fell to minus 31 degrees early this morning. He and his family live 50 miles away from me - a shorter distance as the crow flies. I am a craven coward. I didn't want to know how cold it was then. I checked my thermostat that registers both indoor and outdoor temperatures and found that at 10:30 am it was still 12 degrees below zero.
I checked my Facebook page this morning as I usually do. I rarely comment there, but look to see if any of my children have posted pictures of their families. I chuckled when I saw my oldest son had posted two words before braving the elements to go to work this morning. I quote: "bursy toad." Years past, when I would take my little ones to see their grandparents in the middle of a Minnesota winter, at least one of them would ask Grandpa how cold it was, knowing his answer would be, "Brrrrrrzy Cold," said with the proper voice that was guaranteed to make the kids laugh. The younger ones, having the usual pronunciation by toddlers, parroted the phrase as "bursy toad," which has been our description of mind freezing weather ever since.
I am happy to report that the healing of the legs is progressing nicely. I have been going to therapy appointments twice weekly to have the progress assessed. My legs are bandaged knee to toes, partly to deal with the seepage of fluid that goes along with the Cellulitis and mostly to provide the compression necessary to keep the fluid from building up and to help reduce the swelling of legs and feet. I have been able to reduce the appointments to one a week and go from daily changing of bandages to every other day. May not seem like much, but to me, it is a huge difference.
I wonder when the insanity within the pharmaceutical industry will end. Or if it ever will. I realize there are folks who need medications that are much more spendy than those I need to take, but here is what I learned this week. My doctor sent a prescription to my pharmacy for medication that should greatly increase my chances of having near normal feet and legs. The usual dosage requires two refills each month. One refill costs $365. Two come to $730 per month. I just signed up for prescription drug insurance which kicks in Jan. 1, so I won't know until then if this medication is covered.
But what happens to those who can not afford insurance. Those like me who are on a fixed income. I did the math, just to see how I would fare should my meds not be covered. Figuring in rent, monthly bills, groceries and the meds I already take plus the new one, I would wind up in the hole each month by over $400. One of my kids is facing a similar situation. His insurance does not cover his latest prescription, which is necessary in a life sustaining way, that costs nearly $900. a month. He doesn't qualify for his clinic's program of financial aid to those who need assistance because he has insurance. But if he were uninsured, other medical bills would eat him alive and our government would fine him for being uninsured. I don't know what the answer is. I do know that if either of us is required to pay these outrageous prices, the only way we could afford to live is if we pitched a tent in the park and lived there.
One the bright side, my apartment stays warm and cozy even on the coldest of days. And I need not go outdoors unless I want to. I don't. There has been one casualty due to the cold. My herbs that have been growing nicely on my windowsills have given up the ghost. I didn't think there would be enough of a variance in temperature next to the windows to affect them. I was wrong. I seem to have, once again, murdered my plants. I was, however, able to make use of them while they still lived. Parsley, sage, thyme and basil lived long enough to let me experiment with cooking using the fresh herbs. I will give them a decent burial and try again in the spring. But next time I will move them to a warmer place when the snow starts to fly.
There is a pot of vegetable beef soup simmering on the back burner. I think a pan of cornbread will go well with it for supper. Until then, there is a half read murder mystery book that needs my attention. And a mug of hot chocolate - with mini marshmallows - is calling my name. Not a bad way to spend a cold afternoon here in the "Land of 10,000 Lakes," which is now the Land of 10,000 ice skating/hockey rinks.