Appointments, appointments...managing time (and a job!)

Holy appointments, Batman, where is the time going to come from?!

Initially, we had appointments upon appointments upon appointments to get Sharon established and up and running. The appointments were not just with local doctors, but also with agencies for social services. I don't know that I have, in my lifetime, ever gone to so many appointments. And, God-willing, I will not have to endure that hoop jumping again!

My spiral notebook isn't filling as much as it was in October, November and December, but I am realizing that we are already to the point of thinking about follow up appointments. Oh, and we still haven't found a dentist...and she is due for a cleaning. The thought of making calls for follow-ups nearly makes me want to break down and cry. I am so burned out with all of this.

I do have to talk about this: it never EVER occurred to me that I would have to be in the room when taking Sharon to an OB/GYN appointment. I mean, I know we are her guardians, but would that thought have crossed your mind when you decided to take on the sib? What if my husband didn't have me to do this? What would happen? Would he go into the appointment and then leave for the actual exam? Can I? I probably could now, especially now that I know my doctor understands, for the most part, that Sharon needs clarification and that Sharon answers many questions before she honestly understands....I think she knows.

Either way, it was never in my plan to ever be in a situation that I would have to see my sister-in-law in her birthday suit. At the last appointment (a follow up from uterine eblation), I put my nose in the corner of the room again. I told my doc that I was going to bring something to decorate the corner...to make it more interesting. I'm not sure who is more traumatized...Sharon because she was having a female appointment (she hates them and doesn't understand that we all hate them) or me. Yes, people I am joking --- well, sort of :)