Surgery--Again

Giganto sigh.

I got to the hospital at 9 a.m. (no mean feat for me). I waited; I was triaged; I was sent to the back. The doctor looked at my records and informed me that the kind of test I needed could not be done without recent blood tests. My last tests were in January. Appointment rescheduled for next Tuesday.

Then I went to have my blood taken and get the two giant bottles for the urine samples. This went without a hitch if you don't count someone who was rude.

Then I went outside for some air. A nice autumn day.

Then I went to see my therapist. I ran into the lawyer who's been helping me with the Medicaid application. He looked mine over and made some suggestions. He had also spoken with my doctor about her version. We both need to make changes, plus she needs to get additional info and get others to sign off on hers. This will take a while.

The lawyer noticed that the due date for my application was Tuesday--the date I was supposed to have the surgery. I told the man who interviewed me about the surgery and that I would need more time. I guess he didn't give it to me. The lawyer said this was not a big deal. I should just go to the Medicaid office and ask for an extension. I did and was informed that they don't do that. My application will be submitted on Tuesday, without all the info. Then it will be rejected (45 days). Then I can resubmit my application.

I left another message for the neurosurgeon. No response.

I was unable to reach the person in Noo Joisey who has the info about my paychecks.

Just to top off the day, I accidentally deleted my voice message on my answering machine (in my old preradiation voice). I could record a new message in my postradiation croak or leave the generic machine message. I opted for the latter. It ain't me, but it's audible.

Today I'm going for a thu-dunk. A thud with a bounce. (The splat was too messy.)

This is just agonising, Boida.

******* bureaucracies.

Oh fer...

Can you contact your lawyer and tell him that the Medicaid office rejected your request for an extension? He seems to think they should do that -- I think it's worth pushing a bit. Back when I was dealing with these people more frequently that kind of thing would happen -- some office drone would say "we don't do that" when yes, they do but that particular office drone was feeling overworked and ornery.

Sorry that everything's so be-Murphy-fied. (If it can go wrong...)

I was looking for a bouncing potato (splat + thud = spud) ... no luck yet.
So as a marker while I search on




(will the lawyer kick asses for/with you? seems like a good idea)

It's frustrating to read how exceedingly unhelpful these people are. grrr.

Boida, I hope you can find a way to de-stress this weekend. Keep your chin up, kid.

Christ. I hate this ****.

Oh Boida.... big sighing for you too.

System's stink!

I'm so, so sorry you're going thru this. It's hard enough to deal with what's happening to you phsyically, without having to deal with how the bureaucracy there treats you and the mental pressure you are under.

<sigh>




ya know, I understand just how ack that makes you feel. <bigger sigh>

I really wish there were something we could do to make this easier for you. I know, realistically, there isn't, other than be here. I do hope you can meet up with the Mensch sometime soon, or any of the Noo Yawk folks, to keep your spirit up.



little pleasures, take as many as you can.


(((((((((((((((Boida))))))))))))))))) x

I sent the lawyer an e-mail last night. He may be able to help.

Slept a long time. I needed that.

I appreciate the support from you guys. You think you know how much, but you don't have any idea.

Just had a positive thought! (I'm gonna have to stop taking these antidepressants.) I've made some friends at Bellevue. The head of the cancer center and I are pals. The cashier is praying for me. And my therapist is one of the best people on the planet.

I'm going to spend the day lumping. I have financial issues to take care of. They were going to wait until after the surgery. I'll tackle them before. I'm meeting with the lawyer about them on Friday. I'll get rolling on Monday.

I feel like I've been deboned. Don't know what kind of sound a boneless Boita makes when she hits the floor. I'm open to suggestions.

sklorrptt...

hugs B.

Uh, I've heard that one shouldn't just stop taking anti depressants cold, weaning being the preferred way, but I'm no expert. I'd check with your therapist first for the right way to do it.

On the whole situation,

splush...

osso, The comment about the antidepressants was a joke related to my having a positive thought. I think they're working.

rocky and osso, Two good sounds. I'm keeping a list.

'k. I think I know you better than your stopping cold, I wasn't thinking straight.

Squilisch.

I think a boneless Boida would make a relaxed <squish> as she eased into bed.

Gentle hug so as not to squeeze too hard:
(((Boida)))

As long as they don't interfere with a good Quality Kvetch, keep taking them.

Not to fear. No pill has yet been invented that can keep me from a good quality kvetch. I can find the downside of anything--and am only too happy to kvetch about it. If I won Olympic gold medal for kvetching, I'd kvetch that it's not 24 karat.

Just thunk up other stuff to kvetch about with the gold medal.

What's with the roman numerals. I have to do arithmetic in my head to figure out what Olympiad this is. They can't use good American numbers?

The ribbon connected to the medal clashes with my outfit. They couldn't pick something neutral?

The laurel wreath: Keep that thing off my head. Maybe there are bugs in it. Who knows where it's been.

Other contestants: The silver medalist won't shut up. The bronze medalist is a mama's boy. The fourth place contestant tried to cheat. Hey, foury. Loud isn't necessarily kvetchy.

Other events: They cheered louder for the 100-meter dash winner. What the hell is a meter, anyway. And in a few seconds the whole thing is over. I blinked and I missed the 100-meter dash. I had to kvetch for hours. But he gets all the cheers.

The horse should get the medal in the equestrian events. The horse does all the fancy stuff. All the rider has to do is not fall off. For this they give a medal? I'm gonna get the ASPCA after them. Let's give credit where credit is due.

I could go on, but I'm working on self-control.

but wait, is 10 carat lesser than 24?
I knew the answer at some point, but forget..

Yes, osso. 10 karat is barely gold. 24 karats is close to pure.

Ah, but 24 karats is also soft. So the fact that your gold medal got all dinged up in no time at all would be further fodder for kvetching...

The horse gets a ribbon.

The numerals are ARABIC!!!

Let us kvetch with some accuracy here...otherwise I shall show a kvetch you shall reel from.

Self control I don't know from.