Back from the hospital:
Part 1: Meeting with the docs. As promised the video lady got me moved up to first on the list. No waiting.
I told the young doctor that I wanted to see the attending physician. I had a lot on my mind. He nodded and asked me to tell him first. I did. It got to a point where I was actually shouting--not at the sweet young doctor but at the situation. How could I not be informed? How could I not know what to expect. Why wasn't I told about the radiation business (really loud--didn't know I was capable of hitting that volume). He was apologetic, sympathetic, and grateful. He said that what I told him could help with others. If they don't know there's a problem, they can't fix it.
Then he got the attending physician. He explained the radiation business to me. They are not concerned about a malignancy. However, there are some benign tumors with atypical formations that come back and come back and come back, each time doing more damage. The radiation would prevent it from coming back. Hallelujah! An explanation that made sense. He also apologized for my feeling abandoned and not being given clear information on what to expect. All in all, a satisfying visit.
Part 2: The video. "Superstar," "animated," "emotional," "real," "articulate." Words that were used to describe what I did.
When I was finished, they told me I was wonderful. I said, "Oh, you say that to everybody." That's when I got all the compliments. In fact, they liked me so much and thought that I did so well that they invited me to the special breakfast with the legislators where the video will be shown. They also asked me if I would do others.
The woman in charge was wonderful. She told me her life story (amazing and unusual). She's writing a book. I think she wants me to edit it.
Part 3: The finance office. Because I applied for Medicaid, there are complications with the payment of the MRI (scheduled for Friday). I had the name of someone I was supposed to see at the finance office. The video lady went with me there and got me in to see the guy without waiting. He was cordial (in the past he wasn't). He told me that I need to get a letter from the Medicaid office stating that I had Medicaid pending. I went over. It was mobbed. Standing room only. They were giving out numbers. Mine was 75. They were up to 44. I started to feel sick, weak, and dizzy. I decided to leave. What does this mean? If I can't get the letter by Friday, I'll have to pay for the MRI. Could I have stood there for several hours? Don't think so. I have an 11 o'clock appointment with my therapist on Friday. The MRI is scheduled for 1. I'll try to get to the finance office early. Otherwise, phooey and and half.
It's been a long mostly satisfying, somewhat frustrating day, and it's not 3 p.m. yet. I'm gonna have breakfast and take a nap.
