It’s that day of the week and the only other thing I have is a wild rant which will involve swearing.
1. Why does the whole time change thing have to happen?
2. If I were on the space station, I could see the world.
3. Thank you for not pissing me off yet today.
4. Halloween is my favorite holiday because it’s fun to decorate for, spooky movies are awesome and there’s no family drama.
5. I am SO over it.
6. He just needs to make up our minds to be.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to an early night, tomorrow my plans include helping my mom move and Sunday, I want have to finish the move!
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Warning! Explicit language ahead.
I have had it up to here with doctors. I had some abnormal results come back on a blood test, so House asked that my PCP repeat the test. It only took me a day of fighting with the ass bucket (the PCP) to get it. I asked if they would work with House and was told “within reason”. So they do the test, it still comes out wacky and I ask what’s next. I was told “we don’t treat numbers, we treat people”, so nothing further.
I give the results to House and was told to see the PCP for an abnormal result work up… which isn’t going to happen because “they don’t treat numbers”. I asked House (well his new inefficient assistant who is definitely no Sex Kitten) for help with my PCP given their attitude. I explained exactly what was said. I was thinking House could either order labs or communicate with them as to why this is important. The response? In my opinion sucked goat gonads.
There no other labs we are requesting. This is something that your PCP can evaluate your for or send you to a hematologist if necessary. We found an abnormal lab on routine bloodwork and we have alerted you and your PCP to further evaluate the abnormality.
All we ask is that you or your PCP keep us updated.
Ummm. Great. So House doesn’t want to step on someone else’s toes and Dr. “I got stuck in some freakin back water town doing family medicine instead of still being in a big city E.R. just because I had an unfortunate life event” doesn’t treat numbers.
I am so flipping angry right now because it seems like no one wants to do anything. This blood work stuff could mean I need to come off my “keep you from going blind and being paralyzed” med for a little or, it could indicate I’m experiencing one of the very yucky side effects from the same med.
I mean, it’s partially my fault. I should have switched family doctors the time Texas had to get staples in his head and when it came time to remove them, the didn’t have a kit to do it, so the lady tried a staple remover… as in the kind you find in offices. She ended up wiggling them out with forceps. Yeah. Great doctor’s office. Besides, I hate the hospital that they’re affiliated with so much I’ve said if the choice is dying or going there, let me die.
So, now I’m just hanging out. Waiting. The other office in the area is affiliated with the other major hospital in Tyler. They are doing everything they can to get me on the schedule. I can’t be put in as a sick appointment because I’m not an established patient, but the lady and her boss were wonderful. And she recognized that I was one step from losing it and said she would fax the records request form instead of me taking it over.
Happy Friday bitches!
p.s. I was totally going to swear more, but I got to talk to Snarky Snark McCookie and let the anger go a little