Pat_Elliott
<font color=blue>Kimberly's proud papa!</font><br>
- Joined
- Oct 2, 2001
Hi All!
I received a few PM's this morning wondering where I've been. I continue to be amazed how people care. I find my own employees don't seem to care where I've been! Last week was a rough one, more from a logistics and planning standpoint than anything else. I looked at my last post, thought it was a downer, and decided I wouldn't post anymore until I had an attitude adjustment.
Not much new news. The good news, the IMPORTANT news, is that Amy's physically ok, Kimberly's kicking like a mule (why oh why do they only do this at 3 AM?), and the heart beat continues to pump along in the 160 range.
The "planning" phase continues to be a hassle. When we last visited Payton Place, Mrs. Elliott had agreed to turn herself in on Monday July 7th. Unfortunately, the Danville area seems ill-equipped for large amounts of people, and some truck show in Bloomsburg is wreaking havoc with the local hotels. Most of next week they'd like around $150 a night, and on the weekend there's litterally not a room within 30 miles (checking such places as Bloomsburg, New Columbia, and Lewisburg, for the locals). In other words, no room at the Inn.
I've made arrangements for Amy to spend the last two months of her pregnancy in an efficiency apartment at the Pine Barn Inn, a fancy hotel at the foot of the Danville Geisinger complex, where all the doctors stay when they're up. At this point, I figure money be damned, my wife and child aren't going to live in a stye. And I was able to get a good price. But it doesn't open until Monday the 14th. We made a decision last night that we've done all we can and we're not going to do anymore. So as far as I'm concerned, she goes on the 14th. For now, she sits at home, feet up. She's angry at the world, but she's "doing the right things."
The insurance company called this morning and expressed their displeasure at Amy refusing to go this Monday (important to note the Doctors prefer she be there Monday, but agree we've done the best we can). I threw it right back at the insurance company. I find it questionable that they can't throw us A) some cash, and B) some help in finding a place next week. If this were optional, I'd figure that's life. But it's not. To me, that's a medical necessity and I think the insurance company should kick in a little help. If the doctors hospitalized Amy, it would cost them an arm and a leg. I'm asking for a few bucks a day to make it easier to swallow.
End of angry middle aged man rant.
So for now, thanks to those that have been asking, we seem to be fine physically, and heading in the right direction with regards to movement to Danville. And Kimberly says hi, too. She only says it at 3 AM, but I'll keep speaking for her.
Hope you all are well. It's a sunny day, and I've got a beautiful wife and will soon have a daughter. I choose to focus on those things, and everything else seems piddling. I even solved a client's programming problem that had been taxing me for three weeks, a testiment to the power of prayer and positive thinking.
Bless you all,
Pat
I received a few PM's this morning wondering where I've been. I continue to be amazed how people care. I find my own employees don't seem to care where I've been! Last week was a rough one, more from a logistics and planning standpoint than anything else. I looked at my last post, thought it was a downer, and decided I wouldn't post anymore until I had an attitude adjustment.
Not much new news. The good news, the IMPORTANT news, is that Amy's physically ok, Kimberly's kicking like a mule (why oh why do they only do this at 3 AM?), and the heart beat continues to pump along in the 160 range.
The "planning" phase continues to be a hassle. When we last visited Payton Place, Mrs. Elliott had agreed to turn herself in on Monday July 7th. Unfortunately, the Danville area seems ill-equipped for large amounts of people, and some truck show in Bloomsburg is wreaking havoc with the local hotels. Most of next week they'd like around $150 a night, and on the weekend there's litterally not a room within 30 miles (checking such places as Bloomsburg, New Columbia, and Lewisburg, for the locals). In other words, no room at the Inn.
I've made arrangements for Amy to spend the last two months of her pregnancy in an efficiency apartment at the Pine Barn Inn, a fancy hotel at the foot of the Danville Geisinger complex, where all the doctors stay when they're up. At this point, I figure money be damned, my wife and child aren't going to live in a stye. And I was able to get a good price. But it doesn't open until Monday the 14th. We made a decision last night that we've done all we can and we're not going to do anymore. So as far as I'm concerned, she goes on the 14th. For now, she sits at home, feet up. She's angry at the world, but she's "doing the right things."
The insurance company called this morning and expressed their displeasure at Amy refusing to go this Monday (important to note the Doctors prefer she be there Monday, but agree we've done the best we can). I threw it right back at the insurance company. I find it questionable that they can't throw us A) some cash, and B) some help in finding a place next week. If this were optional, I'd figure that's life. But it's not. To me, that's a medical necessity and I think the insurance company should kick in a little help. If the doctors hospitalized Amy, it would cost them an arm and a leg. I'm asking for a few bucks a day to make it easier to swallow.
End of angry middle aged man rant.
So for now, thanks to those that have been asking, we seem to be fine physically, and heading in the right direction with regards to movement to Danville. And Kimberly says hi, too. She only says it at 3 AM, but I'll keep speaking for her.
Hope you all are well. It's a sunny day, and I've got a beautiful wife and will soon have a daughter. I choose to focus on those things, and everything else seems piddling. I even solved a client's programming problem that had been taxing me for three weeks, a testiment to the power of prayer and positive thinking.
Bless you all,
Pat
