No Fair!

Fiorella needed an operation to help her see better and stop her lashes from irritating her eyes, and her Austin ophthalmologist, Dawn Buckingham, had set the surgery up for February 9. When the surgery information came in the mail, Fio read it through and jumped through all the required hoops--getting checked out by her PCP, then seeing her INR nurse, who filled out a full page of instructions for her because Fio, who has an artificial heart valve, uses warfarin.  The final stop was Fio's cardiologist, who smiled at her and gently delivered the death blow--she couldn't have the surgery because it was too risky for her to go off anti-coagulants for eight days, like the ophthalmologist required.

Fio went into shock. Why had Dr. Buckingham, who had access to all Fio's medical records, led her down the garden path?  Why hadn't Fio's primary care doctor or said something? Why did her INR nurse make up a full-page chart, the let the cardiologist drop the blow?

Fio is angry. Why her? She is a nice person, a giving person, someone who works hard, who takes care of everyone, who puts up with a lot of crap, who wishes everyone well, even Donald Trump. She deserves better.

Fiorella Wants Her Card Case Back!

Fiorella is very upset, screaming upset, crying upset, cursing upset, throwing things upset, questioning God upset. Her card case, the one she got at the New York RWA conference in 2015, the one that has her two credit cards in it as well as her business cards, is gone, gone, gone. She and Husband had bought a few groceries at H-E-B yesterday evening, and apparently when they took them to the car, she put her precious card case in the tray of the small cart they had used, then did not retrieve the case when she parked the cart back at the store. She realized what had happened fifteen minutes later and drove back to the store, but no one had turned in her card case. She is now offering a $100 reward for its return.

Why is this happening to Fiorella? She is a good person, a nice person, someone who works hard, who gives and gives an gives, who pushes herself to do better every day in every way, a person who prays for others, who tries to help others, who puts up with a lot of crap, who has the patience of Job. But every now and then she cracks, and this is one of those times.

And she asks again--why, God?  Doesn't Fio have enough on her back right now?