I’ll admit that the speed in which things have been moving, has me feeling a bit befuddled, as of late.

It’s as if the flood gates of healthcare and nutrition have all burst open, suddenly.

While it may be rather soon to be saying this, I’m feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe I won’t starve just yet, so there’s that!

This new primary care doctor is simply wonderful! From the moment I met her, she’s been as tenacious as a wolverine, when it comes to greasing the healthcare wheels. Within this single week, I’ve met with numerous departments in both DSHS, as well as, my healthcare insurance.

This doctor has me fully applied for disability with Washington State, an appointment with a therapist, shuttles for transporting me to appointments, and several other resources I hadn’t had, yet.

I’ve already had a call to set my appointment for Monday to go through paperwork, assigning me a case worker, and all that. My follow-up appointment with this new doctor, has been set for the 19th… and I already have a shuttle reservation. God Bless all those people who serve, selflessly.

And, yes, I have an appointment on the 23rd, with a therapist. You know, I’ve never sought therapy for my childhood trauma, or this whole 6 year dune buggy ride. I’m probably a poster child for complex PTSD, or something. It’s just a guess.

Anyway, the lesson in all this? When God moves, you move! He’s got this!