I Should Win A Ribbon Too! This Race Is Brutal!!!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlS3kQB6aF6D_LIWCeQKt8P5ueB9RRrhU9I7M-5QiGBZUZWWbpmdLFXMkJ5uAXhEhwKsUXhI-hDXOK8RXdeWq5vD31UoJsriCJNZSRB4JiWmXOw10KYTUHVC3to5h3DuIDJ8QTAhBGLTE/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlS3kQB6aF6D_LIWCeQKt8P5ueB9RRrhU9I7M-5QiGBZUZWWbpmdLFXMkJ5uAXhEhwKsUXhI-hDXOK8RXdeWq5vD31UoJsriCJNZSRB4JiWmXOw10KYTUHVC3to5h3DuIDJ8QTAhBGLTE/s1600/001.JPG" width="566" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong><u>**DISCLAIMER: Long Venting Rant ahead!  So if you're not in the Mood for a Difficult Read, just Enjoy the Pretty Uplifting Pictures!  Smiles***</u></strong></span></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>I Miss our Old Insurance for the G-Kid Force... in over 13 Years I never had not one problem with them Approving or Covering anything the Children needed and was prescribed by a Physician or Specialist Caring for them.   Thank You Mercy Care for all you have done over the Years, it was Appreciated more than you'll ever know and we long to have you back!  So... I wasn't on Board at all when CPS forced the Old Insurance to be dropped and the G-Force to be covered by their Insurance.  One they Alleged to be Superior... but which, in Reality and Practice, has already shown itself to be Inferior by not looking out for the Welfare and Well Being of the Client, and which I'm currently in an ongoing battle with to Approve and Cover the other half of Princess T's Pain Management meds!  I should Win a Ribbon for the Endurance necessary to run this Race of Raging against The System so that we can cross the Finish Line intact and Healthy!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKMCRKtfVedFUPHPhKmAc3abQFtfsUhheKN74QXnUEMY8e7E_w0xS4enQRdO_v6TGa6dS_zPU6JquEAT_9thXYfkPoXVE6fGPv29O9iu13TI0RKnmGmrOd1O7TaXXtyb37At4nLoUtb8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="558" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjKMCRKtfVedFUPHPhKmAc3abQFtfsUhheKN74QXnUEMY8e7E_w0xS4enQRdO_v6TGa6dS_zPU6JquEAT_9thXYfkPoXVE6fGPv29O9iu13TI0RKnmGmrOd1O7TaXXtyb37At4nLoUtb8/s1600/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I don't Enjoy doing the Dance with Insurance Companies that aren't up to the job of adequately providing for their Clients, IMO they shouldn't be in the Business.  This was the first time I'd had to utilize the New Medical Insurance and First Impressions are Lasting ones, they haven't instilled confidence and have aroused only contempt and anger at this point already.  After release from the Hospital with Rx for her Pain Management med in hand, a med that she needs to take every four hours so that swelling and pain is controlled... so that she doesn't have a rupture or be unable to swallow and can be properly hydrated and nourished, I didn't anticipate any looming battle on the Horizon.  So I wasn't doing the Dance... just yet... boy was I in for a Surprise... and not in a good way!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RzvOMBqyzjn9_gp8rSncGdmNVh_vUZ6eIVn7lXAKPSQtamvf4JGF9oHiR1ur7hrD_5tA1Yxr1VR2ubuZgLxpuUlRXxEocUEZQCs_pKO5PsM6S_pBH6IxdeyvnZ1EOyLKmNEzTE30WqM/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3RzvOMBqyzjn9_gp8rSncGdmNVh_vUZ6eIVn7lXAKPSQtamvf4JGF9oHiR1ur7hrD_5tA1Yxr1VR2ubuZgLxpuUlRXxEocUEZQCs_pKO5PsM6S_pBH6IxdeyvnZ1EOyLKmNEzTE30WqM/s1600/042.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>My usual Pharmacist tells me he doesn't carry this particular Pediatric Painkiller anymore because it's now become Expensive and so some Insurances are balking at paying for it after the increase.  But being the great Guy that he is { I 'Heart' our usual Pharmacist}, he finds a Pharmacy for me that carries it and over I go.  Trying not to consider the Expensive part as a Bad Omen, even though in the back of my mind and not knowing what to expect from this New Insurance, I certainly had Red Flags going up already.   Sure enough, the other Pharmacist tells me that the Insurance won't Approve or Cover all of the prescription... only HALF OF IT!!!   WTF?  Is she only supposed to get halfway Recovered?  What about the serious risk factors involved if her pain isn't properly Managed?!   The Specialist's Office insists this is what they want her to be on, they don't want a substitution... I Trust their Judgment, they've been doing these kinds of Procedures a long time and I'm not Rationing Meds to make them try to last twice the time because I only have half as much as we should have!!!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Bd5X9B5ZF3D2N_PgE1DfmWxbGJmaEEtM3scRyzCbnwAwubZvX2oOPrev6bB_HYeO_rKZjyl1lenZ6Y4AIai8qsTmRcWbA6btVaYfHyZi9JK3cUTg8wPbqojfBJJaKY9E0a9ub0OnNvY/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Bd5X9B5ZF3D2N_PgE1DfmWxbGJmaEEtM3scRyzCbnwAwubZvX2oOPrev6bB_HYeO_rKZjyl1lenZ6Y4AIai8qsTmRcWbA6btVaYfHyZi9JK3cUTg8wPbqojfBJJaKY9E0a9ub0OnNvY/s1600/041.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So... I leave Voice Mail for the CPS Caseworker... several times over the course of three days, they don't return my calls and are "Out" when I go in to the Office to try to see them in person.  In fact the surly CPS Receptionist tries to slough me off and put me in a long DES line "Over there", pointing to a long line snaking out the door, so she won't even have to deal with me.  Not a chance Sista... I tell her that this isn't one of these "Long line over there kinda Problems", I'm right in front of who I need to be because of the Problem with a Bum Insurance they forced upon us and I WILL get resolved because my Grandbaby's Welfare is at stake!   And under my breath... Lord Jesus, Help me to not blow my whole Christian Witness with this confrontational Woman who doesn't want to do her Job and is intent on doing the least amount possible for Clients!!!    Of coarse, being its CPS maybe that IS her Job, I dunno, that's probably part of the reason why they're in the midst of a Huge Investigation and have two separate subcontracted Agencies scrutinizing all their Work now!?!  In fact, both subcontracted Agency Caseworkers involved with our Case will be hearing from me too when I can finally get hold of them. *Winks*  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjswINgpP19kri5YJZHxUZHqoItb0h7sFFtvj-XjAf_C2TqI7mu0bvoNebFhoMBnBHX7sWm0vw8qV8xMASXKURGCZo2U3IBfUYmGzJtT6CeH9PD6jVLY40XqCUjCc3SbUpU8CpYU_vs3xQ/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjswINgpP19kri5YJZHxUZHqoItb0h7sFFtvj-XjAf_C2TqI7mu0bvoNebFhoMBnBHX7sWm0vw8qV8xMASXKURGCZo2U3IBfUYmGzJtT6CeH9PD6jVLY40XqCUjCc3SbUpU8CpYU_vs3xQ/s1600/044.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> You see, at this juncture I cannot contact the Insurance directly because the Insurance Cards with Point of Contact Info that were supposed to arrive in a Week... well, a Month later we still don't have 'em... another Bad Omen?  Perhaps.  So back to the Pharmacy I go to check the Status, Hoping that something might have changed with the Doctor's Office trying to do an Override?  Nope.  Dear Pharmacist knows my plight and looks up the 'Top Secret' Point of Contact Info for the Foster Care System Insurance in her System so that I can call directly and address this before we run out of meds and reach Critical Mass.  This Recovery Period is Difficult and Painful enough for this Poor Child without un-necessary Drama and even more Obstacles pushing back a Healthy Outcome AGAIN!!!   Lord have Mercy, wasn't waiting over a YEAR to get the Surgery Approved and DONE enough already?!?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG12O6-k13869EMQjWxtfJEJsuCm1Zh_WiFV2c7jphDCoqoFnUhRx6gkmZbnaUVzvCnJlczyDC6j376LmtTsmsaxxipocGVrCovShrYQZq_6A9buA64V5HvdPlXDBWP56QDARvolWgRS0/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG12O6-k13869EMQjWxtfJEJsuCm1Zh_WiFV2c7jphDCoqoFnUhRx6gkmZbnaUVzvCnJlczyDC6j376LmtTsmsaxxipocGVrCovShrYQZq_6A9buA64V5HvdPlXDBWP56QDARvolWgRS0/s1600/001.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Direct Call is received with mild shock... we never hear from actual Clients he says... you're not even supposed to have this Number, we usually deal with Doctor's Offices, Pharmacies and Agencies directly... oh, yeah, well not Today, 'cause we got a Big Problem here and I'm this Kid's Custodial Gramma and she's being Denied sufficient Post-Op Medications and that's not gonna Fly.  So... this needs to be Explained to me in great Detail so that when the Kiddos Attorney Ad litem shows up Tomorrow to meet with us, I'll have all the Pertinents to address with her since nobody else is Helping me to Resolve this here 'Issue'... and I don't want to wait til' my Grandbaby ends up back in the Hospital in an Emergency Status because meds have been with-held.  Hopefully the Kiddos Attorney can Intervene and rattle some cages or roll some heads... at this point I don't care what Casualties of War are on the other side, so long as there's none on ours!!!  If you're not part of the Solution then you're part of the Problem... and I am Tenacious and Relentless at getting rid of Problems that affect my Loved Ones Well-Being.  I don't fight fair, I fight to have Victory.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlULhXes2JnREAYfz4uhGWoblxOPR1wwkW_mDBoEJE9V6DnWgUafgOFiLFU3PtmfUu4I8Z6PCs7n-Ay6s_GYTf1EJfoGIP51TdLfCPlzTrIpcOcWkSXmduuGanGK2Dq_rcBMYsF8Yjgo/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlULhXes2JnREAYfz4uhGWoblxOPR1wwkW_mDBoEJE9V6DnWgUafgOFiLFU3PtmfUu4I8Z6PCs7n-Ay6s_GYTf1EJfoGIP51TdLfCPlzTrIpcOcWkSXmduuGanGK2Dq_rcBMYsF8Yjgo/s1600/004.JPG" width="470" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>The Insurance Company's Answer... after Consultation with a Supervisor and that whole rigamarole over the phone... we'll Approve and Cover the OTHER HALF NEXT MONTH!!!  WTF!?!??  She Hopefully won't need the Meds NEXT MONTH, well, unless her Recovery is hindered by this gross negligence and she ends up rushed back to Hospital if she cries too hard and ruptures something or can't swallow liquids or nourishment you Idiots... she NEEDS the Medication and Pain Management RIGHT NOW!!!   Okay, so now I'm clearly Raging and so the Guy says he can't talk to me anymore... to have the Pharmacist, her Surgeon, CPS... or anybody BUT ME Call them... they're standing firm and not budging on their decision!!!  Yeah, obviously you don't want to talk to me anymore because I'm asking all the difficult Questions you can't give anything but lame answers to.  This is all so Archaic to me, this Insurance System and it's Claims, like someone peddling Snake Oil, it's all so disingenuous.  Because the Guy ends the Call with the Claim that their only Objective is the Health, Wellness and Well-Being of their Clients!!   <strong>No you didn't!!!!!!!!!</strong>  REALLY, after the Conversation we just had, are you SERIOUS or just being facetious or reading off your Call Card buddy... or were you really even Present in your Head Space when we discussed ANY of it or merely Checked Out and thinking about something else the entire time, because I can't even Believe you just said that?!?!?  Clearly Customer Service is not their forte, which is why their Point of Contact Info is probably with-held from us Clients and such a closely Guarded Secret?!?</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I don't even care anymore, she NEEDS it and that's all that anybody should be considering and NOT their bottom line.  I'm fairly certain the CPS Insurance Company has deeper pockets than we do and the Cost of the other half wouldn't break them... and that another Emergency Hospital Stay and Medical Intervention if things go Left because she's been Denied something she NEEDS for Recovery would Cost a whole lot more.  Not to mention any subsequent Lawsuits Heaven Forbid if things went really Left.  But... that would just make Sense... and lately nothing about The System and it's logic, or lack thereof, makes any Sense to me whatsoever. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNyZG-WXvey8DGHcmco-7MjyJ1hb_wcjmbqg6mlXu3ofcWTUpUglZg9e5StsyDq5yw46fEHBboKmDwkaxcDYw1DTtEwIuYJCDOdPOKHP7CoFfS6yEsNH9Eu1EE4U_bp9mAOInetMYiKo/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGNyZG-WXvey8DGHcmco-7MjyJ1hb_wcjmbqg6mlXu3ofcWTUpUglZg9e5StsyDq5yw46fEHBboKmDwkaxcDYw1DTtEwIuYJCDOdPOKHP7CoFfS6yEsNH9Eu1EE4U_bp9mAOInetMYiKo/s1600/028.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I really Feel like I've fallen very far down the Rabbit Hole this time and have a Red Queen Situation at hand!!!   Where IS Johnny Depp when I need him?  *Winks*  And so, when I get a Letter stating that at the end of this Month our Old Mental Health Coverage will be involuntarily dropped and converted to the New 'Superior' Mental Health Coverage CPS will provide for the Children... I called in every refill early that Prince R had pending!  Because if t</em><em>he CPS Mental Health Coverage is anything like their Medical Health Coverage, I better have some Rx backup in stock so that the Young Prince doesn't go off the rails if they start denying him his Psychotropic Meds and another battle ensues!?!???!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRorFq961p6Y0PJ273EYGvEaGOdwWXcMdoZ4ZtX7HScRiYCJU8FXGucMvGIZvZGp185s62UGc7NgyBJ9LtTbKrdl_olMhwE6-DU9LLcNJ71oX4gTmWGxnXhaU9uXMeii0oqdCyHmT8aAw/s1600/160.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRorFq961p6Y0PJ273EYGvEaGOdwWXcMdoZ4ZtX7HScRiYCJU8FXGucMvGIZvZGp185s62UGc7NgyBJ9LtTbKrdl_olMhwE6-DU9LLcNJ71oX4gTmWGxnXhaU9uXMeii0oqdCyHmT8aAw/s1600/160.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... where Battles are Raging and I bought myself those Ribbons because I Deserve and Earned them dammit... and my Saintly Status and Halo are seriously slipping with this Test and I'm ready to go Straight Up Apache now! {She Winks}... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div></div>

I Should Win A Ribbon Too! This Race Is Brutal!!!

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Now That's Behind Us... Let's Continue To Move Forward

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh392-WO3Twc00OWRTFxmUbVovM7hiTRgFfHza6gxCrxhovp1Qte0kTl6KUtddmnB1Tt1pdQbO1Uv4Iyg3krd2nHrAoy2J-A_9Moz04tAPltR_04OcGCH1pMMWsIqkx22z7Y3iRHOh7kRY/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh392-WO3Twc00OWRTFxmUbVovM7hiTRgFfHza6gxCrxhovp1Qte0kTl6KUtddmnB1Tt1pdQbO1Uv4Iyg3krd2nHrAoy2J-A_9Moz04tAPltR_04OcGCH1pMMWsIqkx22z7Y3iRHOh7kRY/s1600/016.JPG" width="606" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><span class="userContent"></span><br /><span class="userContent"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_531bca4158ad50298133936" style="text-align: center;"><em>Princess T had her Surgery yesterday Morning and everything went well. The Nurses even suited up her fav Teddy Bear she brought with her in Scrubs!  *Smiles*  We had exceptional Care at John C. Lincoln Hospital and they made the day and a half we sta<span class="text_exposed_show">yed there so much less stressful for us both.</span></em></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GM1-Y2r2h-NCo0O36A2Iil6uEaMMXUHYIQBdpLo1C6iAOeGYya8TDh9CURV2NZT3BrPyZkOU4FA-khHG0dBCcEpP0ZoGyjXkBY7czD3QCdZm7a5GLdvV-Zjs2RYguN_sPBPlbmra66E/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-GM1-Y2r2h-NCo0O36A2Iil6uEaMMXUHYIQBdpLo1C6iAOeGYya8TDh9CURV2NZT3BrPyZkOU4FA-khHG0dBCcEpP0ZoGyjXkBY7czD3QCdZm7a5GLdvV-Zjs2RYguN_sPBPlbmra66E/s1600/020.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show">This is her right after getting out of Surgery... she is now Home recovering, it will take about two weeks for her to fully recover and I'm Hopeful the pathology comes back okay on what was removed. For some reason Blogger Image Download has added an un-natural Yellowed Tint Wash to all the Images I took in the Hospital that even trying to Photoshop won't remove??!?? It didn't show up in the actual Images or the Facebook loads... very odd... but I didn't want you thinking I'd dyed and hi-lited her hair Blonde or that she looks this washed out and sallow now, she still has her lovely swarthy Olive complexion! *LOL*</span></em></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0MAHMIE4Xeoh5gCQ6mIyENpCl_cP3LjMOsWno324xmQqklqVU6jKgaMneAWSbLm5ApYWNhKnEUHIufhxXsBujNoB7gekHl3D5CHaFX7RT2yEaJTvZ6e9CaWBdDvt2oCSuD8k1kel70U/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0MAHMIE4Xeoh5gCQ6mIyENpCl_cP3LjMOsWno324xmQqklqVU6jKgaMneAWSbLm5ApYWNhKnEUHIufhxXsBujNoB7gekHl3D5CHaFX7RT2yEaJTvZ6e9CaWBdDvt2oCSuD8k1kel70U/s1600/022.JPG" width="566" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>They had very nice meals... so it was a shame that she could barely swallow any of it... tho' while she still had the effects of the anesthesia dulling her pain she managed to polish off half of this first meal.  So our biggest obstacle will still be keeping her hydrated and fed at Home sufficiently as she recovers.   And getting this new CPS Insurance to cover her pain meds, since for some strange reason they only want to approve and pay for half of what the Surgeon ordered!?!  WTF!?!   So we only have five days worth instead of ten, even the Pharmacist was shocked they refused to Approve the rest of the Medication!!! </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4doMH09XF2lYPglh391g4j8JuU_xJop0O6R1OqZSQN0fBFtCHanGkotrd5xaORJI0Mtx2vc8HLiAHvPzEHkUlZRNyT2Xj-kesMHXHvQOJJzAONJ6pvhyRqD91a7akRUS_I7-NjWM3WKA/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4doMH09XF2lYPglh391g4j8JuU_xJop0O6R1OqZSQN0fBFtCHanGkotrd5xaORJI0Mtx2vc8HLiAHvPzEHkUlZRNyT2Xj-kesMHXHvQOJJzAONJ6pvhyRqD91a7akRUS_I7-NjWM3WKA/s1600/015.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em> This replacement Insurance CPS mandated is allegedly superior to our previous Insurance, which never refused to approve, cover or provide anything the Children's Doctor's ordered as necessary and we never had any problems with all these years.  So I'm not convinced the Foster Care System's Insurance IS better and not happy we had no say-so in keeping our old Insurance for them.  So, now I have to battle them Monday morning to cover the other half of the painkillers she'll need so that she can swallow, have her pain managed, stay sufficiently hydrated and not have excess swelling that could send her back into the Hospital!!!   *Grrrrrrr!!!  May I say it yet again, The System sucks!* </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I sure Hope this Blogger download odd coloration situation gets fixed soon... its making my Images look like crap compared to the Originals!  *Le Sigh*  They were also serving up a Free Lunch for everyone and the Sale continues thru Tomorrow... so come on down and 'Score' 15% off your entire Purchase and get in the Drawing to Win your Free T-Shirt too!!!</em></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2BeLOiOAF8CS-hbP0bqqQHHzaq-oTwWA1NXyGB3huzwLN5ncGlyNPWl2S5YZwJC4IBbJPgl0Urqo4qvdNV5uv0P4bQx5Tg-_L5FEpuW5VsZUjcX1VbQf8c99HyHaU-VFuuOPz1Sd3f4/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2BeLOiOAF8CS-hbP0bqqQHHzaq-oTwWA1NXyGB3huzwLN5ncGlyNPWl2S5YZwJC4IBbJPgl0Urqo4qvdNV5uv0P4bQx5Tg-_L5FEpuW5VsZUjcX1VbQf8c99HyHaU-VFuuOPz1Sd3f4/s1600/031.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><em>Yes, I bought a few small Treasures since they were on Sale... this Vintage Ocelot Wrap from a New Dealer's Booth that has loads of Retro Fashions... and two 1960's Horse Show Ribbons, from my Friend Shelly's Showroom.</em></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><em></em></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I just have to get to it now that we have some of the Personal Drama behind us and can finally move forward with a bit less to have concerns about and keep me from Living the Dream!  *Smiles*</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TjCRJxmLI9mpJX3Gt-Lfp_hu1ZpuPQQLNawwhEzYYerve3uY5zZ3Q34DHnU-xvnk3sXEyi4c225UuJklOdQ4c3Nc8fJHC5vGo46RBF1k6YwaWuo154IaKTNnfYrxVLs_jgr-jVVa0jQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TjCRJxmLI9mpJX3Gt-Lfp_hu1ZpuPQQLNawwhEzYYerve3uY5zZ3Q34DHnU-xvnk3sXEyi4c225UuJklOdQ4c3Nc8fJHC5vGo46RBF1k6YwaWuo154IaKTNnfYrxVLs_jgr-jVVa0jQ/s1600/001.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Showroom #133 still has whatever Weird and Wonderful I can Source... the Goth and Rocker Youths seem to Love that Room best... </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsjDK7tLRVzo1sMdnFh4ZOll-0AKk9h2oL-fNaRGjfpiXK6wP8Yr1MXrQRTZLfHDI1gKCIuZ0MzTlYMQ1SH0d5y05dqeMk2SsfA_ct-8Y7MVcZ34ryaFGzVXVVJP0hs96vLk_Mipc5Zo/s1600/186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNsjDK7tLRVzo1sMdnFh4ZOll-0AKk9h2oL-fNaRGjfpiXK6wP8Yr1MXrQRTZLfHDI1gKCIuZ0MzTlYMQ1SH0d5y05dqeMk2SsfA_ct-8Y7MVcZ34ryaFGzVXVVJP0hs96vLk_Mipc5Zo/s1600/186.JPG" width="516" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>So any Oddities, Gothic Antiquities and Vintage Rock Memorabilia always sells out fast!  This Kinder Goth Doll Sold within hours of being put up for Sale...</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__Xk-EFwfVrb3fLqkId8mgh0GKLJIgvFMuuQd-3AAGOOcAM2I7LoRFjyJsjMfQ2OLsczx-NFQdyv-wIQrMDf240UVG7QR_nA8AzUzrtGzUb_xMSdQQ4YjRP_s-7TB3x9rybr26vA1E4U/s1600/187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="618" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh__Xk-EFwfVrb3fLqkId8mgh0GKLJIgvFMuuQd-3AAGOOcAM2I7LoRFjyJsjMfQ2OLsczx-NFQdyv-wIQrMDf240UVG7QR_nA8AzUzrtGzUb_xMSdQQ4YjRP_s-7TB3x9rybr26vA1E4U/s1600/187.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And Vintage Ouija Boards sell out as fast as I can Source them even without the Planchettes so I'm almost always Sold Out... I've got requests for more from some of my Regulars so I never pass one up when I can locate them.  And even incomplete Planchettes still Sell quickly.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFoSztBP31BB2q9Pr76cQUCOV7Seh5hOto6CbBd0qlaP6R2wLEAEmfEdZWvt4hiisxOKNrl7iSf5SMSPvLeAxHTxWrAZXqJhmqQm8wSVzQD6Tr3WEk1CdXeVZ2y4-vGlqgFlbU_kLqWc/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFoSztBP31BB2q9Pr76cQUCOV7Seh5hOto6CbBd0qlaP6R2wLEAEmfEdZWvt4hiisxOKNrl7iSf5SMSPvLeAxHTxWrAZXqJhmqQm8wSVzQD6Tr3WEk1CdXeVZ2y4-vGlqgFlbU_kLqWc/s1600/002.JPG" width="580" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><em>And since the Weird and the Wonderful just happens to be more 'Full On Me' than most other Inventory, I'm SLOWLY morphing that Showroom into what I REALLY want it to be and see how that Vibe will be received?  My Vision would be for it to one day resemble an Oddities Of Phoenix with a Hippie Gypsy Twist that would give my Generation a Flashback to the Sixties.  *Winks*</em></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span><span class="text_exposed_show"></span> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-59o3v6ZrU5Jf10KskQEwEDKVud5i_73b71iy57P6IjEja9-7pninKZKBXutOebTQsIB4L6OxhHkYoAg_b-3-V_5XHKWJ9BHIgf5JguCLUd7llM8F6bG0n5KMtbadl-bgyKUTuhxWz4/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1-59o3v6ZrU5Jf10KskQEwEDKVud5i_73b71iy57P6IjEja9-7pninKZKBXutOebTQsIB4L6OxhHkYoAg_b-3-V_5XHKWJ9BHIgf5JguCLUd7llM8F6bG0n5KMtbadl-bgyKUTuhxWz4/s1600/054.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>But for now I mostly Source what the Local Demographic Desires and turns fast because I want to keep things moving and Fresh, keeping my Customers Happy and making some extra Cash.  No matter how much I Love something, if it's not Selling, I'm not buying it for Re-Sale purposes to fill my Showrooms with.  My Retail Spaces aren't Warehouses to store my Stuff that won't fit into my Home.  *LOL*  Believe me, I've seen some Vendors who are still very in Love with their Stuff and it's obvious they really aren't ready to part with it and probably don't care if they ever Sell any of it. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-6j6DvHGoiENGaKcjnMQT2C7joMDEymnTfWuK1dMqjNQNdcXibQmJOYPxF7u5roTwGaIJ_EvFzB_tgAQMAsjkthNYfwIjZX-gWLJCln4C9u-EHgiNwVTtqatxRF16qFNpEkAhIN5fSE/s1600/191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-6j6DvHGoiENGaKcjnMQT2C7joMDEymnTfWuK1dMqjNQNdcXibQmJOYPxF7u5roTwGaIJ_EvFzB_tgAQMAsjkthNYfwIjZX-gWLJCln4C9u-EHgiNwVTtqatxRF16qFNpEkAhIN5fSE/s1600/191.JPG" width="584" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Now... that said, I gotta still Love it to some degree or I won't Source or Sell it and Display it in my Showrooms, it has to Enhance my Spaces in some way... something about it has to Appeal to me at some level, I'm really anal like that.  *Winks*  There has to be some Cohesiveness to it all even if it's Eclectic in Nature.   </em><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlV-rdZ6W5WU4xT1N5PoxycHghxEShv0Ew_zgoJUm0XBHa-ao3nb_USFV2eUm86zwoNuvouSqLbqqe_T_RMyaAExN_4VRfZCn8PHlFzUOxkbmppsPZgNsN_GXlrpq5gqrbc2mUfqy4dCo/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlV-rdZ6W5WU4xT1N5PoxycHghxEShv0Ew_zgoJUm0XBHa-ao3nb_USFV2eUm86zwoNuvouSqLbqqe_T_RMyaAExN_4VRfZCn8PHlFzUOxkbmppsPZgNsN_GXlrpq5gqrbc2mUfqy4dCo/s1600/026.JPG" width="597" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><em>But I often do Sell what I'm not really all that 'into' myself if it looks real Cool to me.  Example: I am NOT a Doll Collector or even a Doll Person per se... though I do like and have a Collection of Creepy Antique Doll Parts at Home... but Hand Crafted OOAK Dolls, especially those with a Rustic Vibe and Tea Stained or Vintage Textiles Wardrobe do Sell very well in my Showrooms, so they've now become a staple, especially in Showroom #114 since my Customers are totally diggin' em.  And certain Collector Limited Edition Dolls also do very well.</em><br /><em></em><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7PIHEEeCUc619_FJNT3q4Sqm12stYNFw2i7GgVpVYdg6mZ1xRKslCw3oPvq98hEOe08ookdYQ0qd2qD-R9iJvsU56bKglNOYxIxkfH5pBs1ANt1Y85kNsb2yvW6UNnmsdmsbR8IiqUk/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq7PIHEEeCUc619_FJNT3q4Sqm12stYNFw2i7GgVpVYdg6mZ1xRKslCw3oPvq98hEOe08ookdYQ0qd2qD-R9iJvsU56bKglNOYxIxkfH5pBs1ANt1Y85kNsb2yvW6UNnmsdmsbR8IiqUk/s1600/025.JPG" width="480" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><br /><em>This one looked Boheme' enough to go with Showroom #114's Vibe, Loving her Cut Velvet Gown and Bling in fact!  *LOL*</em><br /> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyWoDR8odTCWA6iYwk-tqTlYVP3oYJuE_zq5DhwaUg2ANiqwmU5xu5Clq-c4y7adntg5NpuHAzSt8zm_NX9xHAbkhZPArAFlXhk4sS-wbe4SUjK01RnycDzYkltO6YKrXn6wDsIOKPYs/s1600/193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcyWoDR8odTCWA6iYwk-tqTlYVP3oYJuE_zq5DhwaUg2ANiqwmU5xu5Clq-c4y7adntg5NpuHAzSt8zm_NX9xHAbkhZPArAFlXhk4sS-wbe4SUjK01RnycDzYkltO6YKrXn6wDsIOKPYs/s1600/193.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center"><em>   One thing I've learned Selling at an Antique Mall, what Sells even ten miles down the road and is Hot with that Demographic or totally On-Trend Worldwide, might just languish in some Locales.  Every Area seems to have their specific Preferences and if you're Selling in that Locale you better have your finger on the pulse of what they Desire <strong><span style="color: #990000;"><u>there</u></span></strong>.  Some Demographics follow Trends, some are more Traditional, some more Nostalgic, some more Experimental and ahead of the Curve Visionary-Wise... it just depends.   And if they tell me what they're diggin', that's what I'll keep my peepers peeled for when on the Thrill Of The Hunt!  It's kinda like being a Personal Shopper in a way, once you get a good Following that frequent your Spaces regularly and are Eager to see what you've Found for them now.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupR1zkZDVgGIeXlWAdRbaqoneaAu1N3rzGcN-v0KbFuOXqZUemavELuxxtVTCsIocsZrf6HKuHGa0wUzaThiZNpcbfnHYBgfMoODXWY-3Cvd-91APAS5zu_vl-EZhWArCBMZ1CJJK9Ww/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupR1zkZDVgGIeXlWAdRbaqoneaAu1N3rzGcN-v0KbFuOXqZUemavELuxxtVTCsIocsZrf6HKuHGa0wUzaThiZNpcbfnHYBgfMoODXWY-3Cvd-91APAS5zu_vl-EZhWArCBMZ1CJJK9Ww/s1600/047.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>For some reason Faux Foods Sell exceedingly well and initially I just bought it for Display Purposes 'til my Customers insisted on buying any of it I could Source... who knew?   But it makes sense if someone has a nice Collection of Antique, Retro or Vintage China or Kitchenware and wants a more Realistic Vignette or is 'into' Still Life Photography.   In a fiercely Hot Climate like the Arizona Desert, Real Food just doesn't hold up that well for Photo Shoots!  *LOL*</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3F0HSOVMEWvssnj04eEu783G8dAeN4h5LIZ62rN6kI-C0zZQivROA4XaljILtz-fwVRA2e_4ih4NvbZtQIZ_KBfqNY51RAAGVB1Qp1mx665i_6YXLSLiAz78_ocDyzrzbJJFMPE-yRU/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3F0HSOVMEWvssnj04eEu783G8dAeN4h5LIZ62rN6kI-C0zZQivROA4XaljILtz-fwVRA2e_4ih4NvbZtQIZ_KBfqNY51RAAGVB1Qp1mx665i_6YXLSLiAz78_ocDyzrzbJJFMPE-yRU/s1600/046.JPG" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Some Clever person Created this Faux Cake out of Rubberized Foam and Plastic Shavings... and I must say, it looks very Realistic!  I liked that it was sliced into individual servings so that you could price the Cake as Separates in case someone didn't want to purchase the entire thing.  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Where we have some Dramas now behind us and continue to move forward... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></span></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"></div></span><br /><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"> </div></div>

Now That's Behind Us... Let's Continue To Move Forward

      Princess T had her Surgery yesterday Morning and everything went well. The Nurses even suited up her fav Teddy Bear she brought with ...

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Headless Naked Barbies In The Arm Rest ~ And Sombre Issues

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00TfDd-cEhOf1F4qbsLvWwZbtULbAk9T7wnL4qId1naPPsUXiyRyyTrpx0kwnCBcmtiSkTFio8hAG_QX3OnLyAS5iqehEYdbLiRAWkvWMYLQcmds3kY8VYn1ygSuWEshsq8UuvMdfVL8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh00TfDd-cEhOf1F4qbsLvWwZbtULbAk9T7wnL4qId1naPPsUXiyRyyTrpx0kwnCBcmtiSkTFio8hAG_QX3OnLyAS5iqehEYdbLiRAWkvWMYLQcmds3kY8VYn1ygSuWEshsq8UuvMdfVL8/s1600/003.JPG" width="568" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Right now I'm Dealing with some very Sombre Issues indeed... it isn't easy...</em> <em>and keeping Stress levels down has been a particular Challenge in recent days.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRhOlC7ORAlpNuqfb0qA3AAnA8JMN9fDgz_KpLudAhbfp4h7Nu0rZPxfVJD90puq4eG5-s36lkUB6_FmzojKDciUjObe_CRRn2MjElxAL_eprE6gq25kdSeMB3uQfgf6xoSXJMws5ONc/s1600/180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="520" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQRhOlC7ORAlpNuqfb0qA3AAnA8JMN9fDgz_KpLudAhbfp4h7Nu0rZPxfVJD90puq4eG5-s36lkUB6_FmzojKDciUjObe_CRRn2MjElxAL_eprE6gq25kdSeMB3uQfgf6xoSXJMws5ONc/s1600/180.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And so the things that make me Smile about our World here at Bohemian Valhalla help to Lighten my Spirits.   Such things as Headless Naked Barbies in the arm rest of the Jeep on the Passenger side.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Because this is often how Princess T's dolls end up and the ones she plays with the most... she is most definitely a Wednesday Addams Type of Child, no doubt.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCThjF_R9oKRdXDDbDq8k2br1zfei8MXQIuNsIzEsE6-BMGWkOa1qwUxpZE8tWUEc9qjqxUjB3qupCYw8IOUo2qUrJ7BgPP7FhpC0jdQdCi1XtezRsLEbkbSDZ0YkyyIAB0t0_SL0B3io/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCThjF_R9oKRdXDDbDq8k2br1zfei8MXQIuNsIzEsE6-BMGWkOa1qwUxpZE8tWUEc9qjqxUjB3qupCYw8IOUo2qUrJ7BgPP7FhpC0jdQdCi1XtezRsLEbkbSDZ0YkyyIAB0t0_SL0B3io/s1600/010.JPG" width="590" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>A Child scheduled to have her long awaited Surgery Tomorrow Morning... a very early wake-up call since we have to be clear across the Valley and checked in for Surgery by Six A.M.!!!  Of coarse I've been losing sleep about it, because she's recently recovering, yet again, from a chronic series of throat and ear infections that she often gets... and she had to be Well by the scheduled date... and is, but just barely.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGPs8F2Rzl3Erq9Cf2U2c3bDFNyWYl3Lw-Kb2XNeLGGzFiQ-tv1qXQ6UkOLbx3p9RZ0l0Mo0qBC2luJN0jAom1fvXmvGBojxg_Eeg_4n26iA2tOAHYJFD2I8nvf1L2Eq4Mv-oNdXkOmM/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGPs8F2Rzl3Erq9Cf2U2c3bDFNyWYl3Lw-Kb2XNeLGGzFiQ-tv1qXQ6UkOLbx3p9RZ0l0Mo0qBC2luJN0jAom1fvXmvGBojxg_Eeg_4n26iA2tOAHYJFD2I8nvf1L2Eq4Mv-oNdXkOmM/s1600/009.JPG" width="532" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Getting thru all the obstacles and Red Tape to get to this point has been exhausting enough, keeping a Child prone to chronic sickness Well and strong enough to have a very necessary Surgery just added to the Challenge.  It has certainly taken a toll on my own Health and Well Being, so keeping me Well has suddenly become an Issue too!  But we're almost there, just another twenty-four hours or so to go, to hopefully get this behind us and move forward with Guarded Optimism that her overall Health and Emotional State will begin to improve.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0aaDYbBkCNCHNTWlA_fIpKr3OWwFkawOyyla6q3TPXZkLWBI8Ey_mBpDt0SXn5hGC3XQuuygMFGDgwoBESy6X86kkEY6sQOYcPcbN4R2nesWTVSL0IxUBSMe57KhgOSuBmRhI8EFA9c/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0aaDYbBkCNCHNTWlA_fIpKr3OWwFkawOyyla6q3TPXZkLWBI8Ey_mBpDt0SXn5hGC3XQuuygMFGDgwoBESy6X86kkEY6sQOYcPcbN4R2nesWTVSL0IxUBSMe57KhgOSuBmRhI8EFA9c/s1600/008.JPG" width="544" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Making the grave Medical decisions for a Child not your own is an even Weightier Issue... Grammas shouldn't have to be the one to decide... but she was Entrusted to me to Raise and so I must.  Our Daughter has always Trusted our Judgment unconditionally when it comes to the G-Kid Force, because she was never Well enough to make these decisions for them herself.  </em></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDy9oDA01MVN80AR8q4VZjis6v7VPm9vWMUzMlU0b3Ngc82BeCXhLFpQiQ7tP2GL6Zhgcyn9RBkKEHamYt3M6gMQ_IlRi17XXTExhpSKhmTkQcDXSJXQogze0OdQXXb7CPCfExu0Mt7w/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKDy9oDA01MVN80AR8q4VZjis6v7VPm9vWMUzMlU0b3Ngc82BeCXhLFpQiQ7tP2GL6Zhgcyn9RBkKEHamYt3M6gMQ_IlRi17XXTExhpSKhmTkQcDXSJXQogze0OdQXXb7CPCfExu0Mt7w/s1600/007.JPG" width="538" /></a></div><div align="center"><em> </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>And now, after his Life altering Catastrophic Accident, The Man isn't Well enough to make his own important decisions either.  Which leaves me making many potentially Life changing decisions for several Loved ones with Profound Medical Issues, often concurrently.  You never want to make the wrong decisions... but it's not always crystal clear what the right ones might be... there are no guarantees and it can be a bit of a gamble... I've never been a Gambler, I prefer a Sure Thing.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhjgI7Qw8ulHNUqHdvFfQ_22-TQlLYMKSrY82vPNm-e6yIA4EsYXdxHtQB6ptS4XQ-xUwv-I30c1wcYQAbsWjciPVB6T-yZRRw_x-vKnCKnvyzZkyf7Ga4wBO4AX4prXThVUJUsqRakc/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhjgI7Qw8ulHNUqHdvFfQ_22-TQlLYMKSrY82vPNm-e6yIA4EsYXdxHtQB6ptS4XQ-xUwv-I30c1wcYQAbsWjciPVB6T-yZRRw_x-vKnCKnvyzZkyf7Ga4wBO4AX4prXThVUJUsqRakc/s1600/004.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And because we are avid Animal Lovers and have Rescued abandoned and feral Cats for years that chose to Adopt us, we are also Pet Parents.  When you have a Rescue Animal the History is a big Unknown... as is often their Age... and their cooperation at doing things Domestic Cats that have been well Cared for all their lives do willingly.  A Feral, Alley Cat or Stray has their own Trust Issues regardless of how long they are in the Family and Loved on.  They very often arrive as damaged goods and Coddling and Caring doesn't erase every bit of baggage they arrived with.  Much will remain and you cannot do anything about but Love them unconditionally and for however long they have. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtHTQDg0gmuQwn_oh68Qm1_P0M9khAsGaEoR2zvXU9Se_0IPO5g-GkRuBch7krzclSx6x2IBAqeAiAV3ApTBPdygJ5u2uzPiJuPhWWLFCoRhc5J62UOc6BKUnqpbzPzYIHfvImN-ge5E/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvtHTQDg0gmuQwn_oh68Qm1_P0M9khAsGaEoR2zvXU9Se_0IPO5g-GkRuBch7krzclSx6x2IBAqeAiAV3ApTBPdygJ5u2uzPiJuPhWWLFCoRhc5J62UOc6BKUnqpbzPzYIHfvImN-ge5E/s1600/019.JPG" width="530" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So when our Beloved Yul disappeared weeks ago and Recon Missions to find him failed... we had to just wait it out and Hope that he would come Home again one day, Safely and Well.  Sometimes they will just go away, never to be seen again... and the not knowing and acceptance of their departure isn't easy.   I Imagine it's somewhat like having a Missing Child... because to a Pet Parent, your Fur Babies are just as much Family as any Child you're Caring for.  There is no Closure when they just disappear never to be seen again, so you always Hope they're return or you'll know for sure their Fate so you can Grieve it properly.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVel7OgG3wwp16mhxdAo60F01Zp3v0q5Wo2P3PctQ5i6MdS1wsFwKK89o2FZhmb_YhWQ3KylGUJzU7ph1Uylia61yODuI7ltSG_9m1mikgnANozQoo6Mrx2QMv6p_4pX1gH_ZinRyyqJY/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVel7OgG3wwp16mhxdAo60F01Zp3v0q5Wo2P3PctQ5i6MdS1wsFwKK89o2FZhmb_YhWQ3KylGUJzU7ph1Uylia61yODuI7ltSG_9m1mikgnANozQoo6Mrx2QMv6p_4pX1gH_ZinRyyqJY/s1600/011.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>And continue to just Dance as best you can thru the Anxieties and Issues of Life... because in this Family, they always seem to Exist and coincide with daily Living so it's become our Normal.   So... here I was preparing myself and my Family for Princess T's Surgery... and my absence for two days while she's Hospitalized, so that The Man and the Young Prince will Cope and be Okay while I'm taking care of business clear across the Valley.   And as if the logistics of that weren't enough, guess who shows up looking like a Hot Mess and Death warmed over late Yesterday Afternoon, just about the time the Vet's Office would be Closing?  Yep, Yul!!!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtod7XtjIOoe4_8U7FGIHiS9LaX2_XM5pOUfK672G-ohpXLyaGwvFYzgsjHJv93qn7Go5aDbjhh4a2kMvHp7LWzx6il3h0KeHpj7yaKspUqVVz3CS1AtpKqtmcbTVBl22y3F7MaUpmxY/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOtod7XtjIOoe4_8U7FGIHiS9LaX2_XM5pOUfK672G-ohpXLyaGwvFYzgsjHJv93qn7Go5aDbjhh4a2kMvHp7LWzx6il3h0KeHpj7yaKspUqVVz3CS1AtpKqtmcbTVBl22y3F7MaUpmxY/s1600/026.JPG" width="532" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>No time to try to locate the Pet Carrier somewhere in Storage, so I toss him in a box with a towel and give him his first ever car ride... which totally freaked him out.  Remember, Strays and Ferals don't always Enjoy the things Domestics do... so car rides, trips to the Vet, even being brought inside a Home, can be Traumatic for them and not work out well... EVER!  Believe me, over the years we've tried... often just Trusting Humans again and accepting Love maybe for the first time in their Lives, is a lengthy enough process.  Yul accepted Love and Attention, reveling in it, because he has a big Personality and Capacity to and for Love... but the other stuff us Humans wanted for him... not so much.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32_6M-k-nhmARdrsWHDBhCmy2ifjZQJXe7b3J_ZI-QTZrwpQUFd9LOTzMpXoMrjqNhOisO9havg-q_gyw7aQgrfUpJ4q1lYKeMQBqpqLEqeeGZoymH3rXUVht0p55eiqFQgcqzJG1Jrw/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj32_6M-k-nhmARdrsWHDBhCmy2ifjZQJXe7b3J_ZI-QTZrwpQUFd9LOTzMpXoMrjqNhOisO9havg-q_gyw7aQgrfUpJ4q1lYKeMQBqpqLEqeeGZoymH3rXUVht0p55eiqFQgcqzJG1Jrw/s1600/024.JPG" width="538" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>He remained ever the Nomad that he'd been accustomed to most of his Life, liking to roam, but usually not very far from Home and not for extended periods of time.   He liked extended Naps on the Porch and to play with the Children.  He never was much of a Working Cat like his bro's The Bohemian Cat Boys, Rusty and Morris, so he left the Work on the Acreage up to them.  It was his Job to just be the Character of the Family and Indulge his Humans, especially Princess T and her Posse, who often included him in their activities because he wanted to Participate.  So it has been very hard on her when he left and never came back... and she was Ecstatic yet Mortified when he finally returned, but obviously very Sick and close to Death.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkH1IvOFoPvBZfXAi6Eaju_ldlHOEzNKl0pbxFF5d_Mtsy2kC7Ecgsr6Tb00CnPkDu4ah1ONBPCkrZO0t1j1hmG7GeRxKuJHYJgiaahzVKEzs_GpouL4FfVi88vajXfkymRjo5XkL4FA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinkH1IvOFoPvBZfXAi6Eaju_ldlHOEzNKl0pbxFF5d_Mtsy2kC7Ecgsr6Tb00CnPkDu4ah1ONBPCkrZO0t1j1hmG7GeRxKuJHYJgiaahzVKEzs_GpouL4FfVi88vajXfkymRjo5XkL4FA/s1600/002.JPG" width="580" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I should have paid more Attention to the Spirit Orbs that surrounded him in just about every Image I took just before his departure... they had hovered close and been quite Evident... but he Appeared so Well, so Content... so I Dismissed them as being anything to be Concerned about.  Spirit showing up doesn't always indicate bad things about to happen, so I preferred to Believe it wasn't indicative of his Transition from Time into Eternity.  I was probably wrong... over Five Hundred Dollars later the Vet still had Grave News about his Condition and Prognosis... all bad and terminal.  So... as he stays Hospitalized just a day before his Princess will be... I have the weighty decision on whether to attempt to doctor him along and see if he can rally for a while before his Illness finally takes him some kind of way... or end his suffering since there is no Cure and he can never be part of his Feline Community again? </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjTKgcwYMum3lO8j3Ti40WUFCRrtFEdMqiVlMCY_B3gIr5QkFGOJ_oNT_AOxyyUMAqZt_4jGGVbYBDLzOB0YYNtTvu7J7rYmd3q2z85A_5X0eWbrTMOqTqwJZrYRKgd2DTOLL43AfQag/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzjTKgcwYMum3lO8j3Ti40WUFCRrtFEdMqiVlMCY_B3gIr5QkFGOJ_oNT_AOxyyUMAqZt_4jGGVbYBDLzOB0YYNtTvu7J7rYmd3q2z85A_5X0eWbrTMOqTqwJZrYRKgd2DTOLL43AfQag/s1600/044.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I know that throwing Money at the problem will not fix it, but just delay it, and finances are limited... and Caring for another who is very Sick is not something I have the Capacity for either, especially given the Needs the Vet suggests as an alternative to Euthenasia.  In my head I know what is the responsible thing to decide and do... but in my Heart I'm really Wrestling with it.  I don't like playing God, not even with the Life of an Animal... it isn't something I have a Peace about completely, though I have had to do it before.  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9gDXiJMTxlGE5ZQGMqJyoZu9sm855LCAB0ei2eNC2p7SyPKd0vzVMJQW0zE7hfYfew41fOcATaqvJ_UhVEmfmLhgub2PTTPtoEaFHKIVxGgFvkKlsqCtcLKp9N6Yq-erl6MUYNDZUhc/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9gDXiJMTxlGE5ZQGMqJyoZu9sm855LCAB0ei2eNC2p7SyPKd0vzVMJQW0zE7hfYfew41fOcATaqvJ_UhVEmfmLhgub2PTTPtoEaFHKIVxGgFvkKlsqCtcLKp9N6Yq-erl6MUYNDZUhc/s1600/006.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I know that Yul cannot get better and is on Borrowed Time... and we had a Family Meeting about what would be Best for him... and to prepare the Children for him probably not being able to come Home.  I'm dreading the trip to the Vet today... and the rest of our day is already so full with Pre-Surgical stuff, Parent Teacher Conferences for both G-Kids and a Home Nurse Visit for The Man.  I will be in the Hospital with the Princess on Friday and Saturday... so Today must be the decision making day for Yul... since Time and Money are running out to delay the outcome any further... and my Heart is Breaking.   I want to have Good, Happy Memories of the Time he has spent with our Family... and do the Right Thing by him, he deserves that and more... more than I can give and more than I can do for him actually.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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