I was able to stay in the recliner for over 7 hours last night! I’m still getting up several times to go the bathroom, but at least now I’m able to get back to sleep. I figure I’ll try turning the screw to advance my lower jaw maybe one or two more nights, and that should be enough. I’m making the Sleep Study appointment today to see if it’s controlling the Sleep Apnea properly. If it’s not, I can always advance it some more while they monitor it, until I find the right spot.

I will get an appointment for the flu shot today, too.

I’m also going to make an appointment with a Dermatologist today. I don’t want to ignore the fact that Parkies have a higher rate of Melanoma than the general population. Particularly since I’ve inherited a tendency to have lots of moles, some quite large, from both of my parents.

I’ve never been to a Dermatologist before, but I’ve learned my lesson and intend to get one who uses the hospital I like. There is a lady Dermatologist associated with my preferred hospital, and I think I would be more comfortable having every square inch of me examined by her, rather than by a man.

My inability to control my emotions is still a very aggravating problem. I started looking for some important insurance paper work this morning, and couldn’t find it. I’ve kept up with that stack of papers for several years now, but when I started to make a phone call referring to it, it was nowhere to be found. After searching everywhere I might have filed it, then looking in places I should not have filed it, I fell apart. Blubbering like a baby and getting DH all upset trying to console me. This awareness of my mental abilities deteriorating right before my eyes is extremely disconcerting.

I finally did find the insurance papers I needed, stuffed in the file folder with the information about Pop’s monument that I had worked on the same day I had been working on the insurance. This is some paperwork left over from when DH’s Pop died, as we were the executor of his estate, too. Not long after he died my dear hubby had colon cancer surgery, so some of the less urgent parts of settling Pop’s estate just got pushed to the background. Now I’m trying to finish all of it up, and get my Daddy’s all finished, too.

So, all in all, it’s been a productive day, as I was able to get done what needed to be done toward cashing the insurance policy, and I’m going to call and make the appointments just as soon as the doctors’ offices get back from lunch.

Once this insurance policy is dealt with, the only things left to take care of are the monuments. Pop’s should have already been engraved, so when I talked to the cemetery people, they were extremely apologetic that it had not already been done. And I haven’t even started on getting Daddy’s information added to the headstone.

I’ll be glad to have all this paperwork finished! Daddy’s estate will get out of probate at the end of November, and I need to be through with everything by then, so I can quit stressing over it.