The weather forecast is calling for some significant, drenching rain today here in northern Virginia. But, the morning is perfect. Well, I should say “was perfect”. I can see the clouds looking more ominous and feel the winds picking up sporadically as I write this. The good news is I took advantage of the morning weather to get Ryan on the patio for a few hours. The soaking will do our landscaping well too.
Ryan hung out with me as I made my way through stacks of nursing records. It was necessary for the impending chaos that is about to go down, solely caused by our nursing agency (originating from poor judgement one just one nurse). Let’s just say, it could be rough on us for a while. Very rough, indeed. Truth is, it already is. Sue spends every available minute on the phone trying to find solutions to this fix we were put in. Fair warning, it’s a dangerous, dangerous thing to come between a mama bear and her cub.
I’ll fill everyone in when the timing is right, but right now there are so many unknowns. Be sure of this, when I do, it won’t be pretty… unless someone just does the right thing. There is so much wrong with what happened to us that it might be difficult to find exactly where to start. You’ll find it outrageous, I’m sure.
So, those responsible would be well-advised to correct it or you can bet your paycheck I’ll put the smack-down on more than a couple people and companies by name and location. I can tell you this, it won’t be simply firing off a nasty email to the company (only). It will be a sustained campaign! I’m so pissed I could spit nails (not sure why, but I find this expression funny and just decided this will be the title of today’s post).
Forgive me for moving off topic. Back to today and Ryan. Since I took him outside much earlier than I normally do, we’ll need to make some significant adjustments to his schedule throughout the day. It had every intention of putting him on the RT300 FES therapy equipment until I discovered just how pleasant the morning was. It will likely cut into my nap time, but hey, it’s for Ryan. I can catch-up some other time (or maybe not… *^#@&! nursing agency. Whoa, I need to be careful else I go down that path again).
You know what? Maybe it’s best if I just stop writing.