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If I had a wish list, there would be two of me doing the two jobs I’m doing right now at my place of employment, or one of me doing one of the jobs I have right now which I think would be better but I don’t sign the check and I sorta need that check so you deal with what you have. I’ve tried to keep them both separate but equal. I’m trying to stay on top of things, learning something new right now that isn’t easy. Dealing with some employees who aren’t sold on change. You know the drill. Just normal life stuff.

And I’ve been given a deadline that I wish I didn’t have.

And I would also own a pony and have Antonio Banderas give me a massage everyday if I could have everything I wanted, but these things don’t always work out.

But life isn’t always easy and last night I was watching the Deadliest Catch Marathon (and I complain. Dang, at least I’m not a crab fisherman), as I’m wont to do and I got into a big case of the What If’s.

Last week, I panicked a bit when I heard that Big Daddy needed tests and I’ll be honest, I wish I hadn’t put it on this blog but as it is an outlet for me and I did. Because of stupid, irritating, unlawful, awful, ignorant trying insurance issues, he didn’t get the tests he needed until Friday although the doctor wanted to do them on Thursday. I was in Memphis on business but came straight home the next day. The other issue is he’s retired and was using Cobra (he was waiting on filing for Medicare even though he is of age.) This is a lot more complicated than I’m going to get into on this blog, so bear with me.

That’s right, campers, the insurance runs out today. After paying $1,200 a month for him and his wife (which he was paying for health insurance), the transition into a new healthcare package is going to be a dilly, especially with this last moment, unexpected obstacle. We can do it, and Hello Nurse is working her hiney off and I want to just go give her a squeeze because she’s being down right heroic right now. They were in the process of transferring it anyway, but this was so unexpected.

We can only hope for the best, and, quite frankly, scramble. You must prepare for every scenario. And I feel like a very ill-equipped General right now organizing a war where I don’t even know who the enemy is and what country I’m going to be fighting. Not fun.

So with all that said, I’m out of panic mode and into let’s-take-care-of-business mode. I do that. I can handle the worst of situations pretty well (and it all ends in tears for me when I’m alone and when no one is looking.) My issues are just like everyone else in America. I have two major business projects going on and one of TPTB (The Powers That Be) wants one of the projects done immediately. As two of my employees are out on vacation, I’m juggling some wombats right now.

And I’m concerned for Big Daddy.

My plan, and it will be sticky, is to meet with everyone today and be very clear I need organization at the job. I usually just smile and try to get everything together and keep everyone calm but right now I need a bit of help and not a lot of drama. When a person and their family is waiting on health results (which might net nothing right now or might show something) there is a bit of limbo. When someone’s family is sick, as happens in every work environment, people have to be loving and compassionate. I do try to do that. It’s important to be sympathetic and empathetic.

Yesterday, I actually cleaned. This is a feat that only those who know me will understand is an occurrence that only happens in a blue moon. I contacted one of my employees and told them to get ready. You see, I’m not the only person juggling. Personal stuff come up for everyone. And, in all honesty, you have to decide the right moment when to say enough is enough and tell folks to pound sand when it comes to family emergencies.

So the What If’s are deadly but being getting organized is important. And, as a human being, the What If’s happen. Either way, I’m getting my armor on.

It comes down to getting my house in order and preparing for whatever curve ball comes at me. And last night, I realized there were no rules, so my bat is huge. I’ll hit whatever comes at me. And today I’m determined enough to hit it out of the park, if necessary.

This week will be filled with a lot of stuff. We are praying that nothing will show up on the cat scan. And we are working on making sure he’s insured. And hopefully, whatever is on that cat scan is manageable.

Dang, waiting is of the suck, I tell you. I’m much better knowing what I have to deal with than not knowing anything at all.

I think this my situation is really reflective of society. We all are trying to juggle our lives in our non-virtual world.

And hopefully today, Homer, Hello Nurse and I will hear good news. Either way, there’s a lot to do and think about.