Thanks Mike. Sorry to say, the hands are as bad as ever. Today's adventure was getting the leftover meatloaf out of the fridge. My wife had placed it on top of the package of eggs. I barely got the heavy pan out, but in the process, I somehow snagged the egg crate, which fell about three feet. Through the miracle of modern science, I lucked out, and as far as I could tell, none broke. Prior to that, I didn't think much of that flimsy plastic container, but there seems to be some serious engineering there.
Medical expenses are insane. Dialysis is in the neighborhood of $2000 per session, three times per week, every week, forever. Fortunately, I have good insurance, and after I pay for the first one to meet my deductible for the year, I don't see any more bills. The downside is my insurance doesn't cover dialysis if I leave Minnesota. Back in July, we had planned to chase the Big Boy one last time, out to North Platte. Everything was set, until we found out my insurance wouldn't cover me on the road. That was depressing to say the least. We're going to try shopping for insurance again this year. I hate that. I could go on medicare by virtue of being on dialysis, but there are a couple problems with that. One, it won't cover my wife, and two, the donut hole, making it potentially more expensive, than private.
Egg update: My wife reports, I did break at least one. Oh well.
