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So I wake up this morning knowing I need to go to work, but am still so tired that I sleep through my alarm. Wake up finally feeling fine, but just a little groggy, and head for the shower. Take a long hot shower until I feel more awake and am just ready to get out when I drop an empty shampoo bottle. I bend over to pick it up and OMG SEARING PAIN CAN'T STAND UP CAN'T MOVE. I finally get a hold of the wall, and manage to ease my way out of the tub and into my bathrobe. OK, breathe. Feeling really sore but I'll live. Grab some ibuprofen and slowly ease my way into the living room. Find phone (these things are all taking about 4 times the usual time due to pain) call boss and tell her I am not currently able to come in. OK. Breathe. This is about how I felt last week in Florida, so I know it will eventually pass. I make my way to sit down, and all of a sudden I have a shooting pain that is so bad I almost thought I was going to black out. I ease myself down to the floor where I manage to prop myself up against the loveseat and there I stay. At this point, I begin evaluating my options. Option 1 - call 911 and have paramedics show up at my house to find me wet in my bathrobe on the living room floor. 2 - Stay here and pray it gets better. I go with 2. It doesn't get better. At this point, I begin thinking of the Sex and the City episode where Miranda chokes on an eggroll or something and has to give herself the heimlich maneuver. And how I'm stuck on the floor of my apartment alone in my bathrobe in extreme pain and I have no idea how long I'm going to be here. At this point I start sobbing. Which hurts a lot. Eventually I decide that no matter how much it hurts I am going to have to do something. Thinking that drugs are a good first step. So I decide to call UMass... Now, I have developed a rather intense hatred of UMass primary care, and due to that plus general good health, I have avoided going there for well over a year. At some point in the past year, they sent me a letter saying effectively "your primary care physician has left and we have nobody to give you, so if you need to be seen call urgent care until further notice." So I use my phone to look up the number (bless you palm pre), and I call and get directed to urgent care. After going through the usual appointment stuff, the woman says "You don't have a primary care physician." I tell her I know, she left. "Well, I can't make you an appointment because you don't have a primary care physician." I tell her about the letter, and what it says, and she puts me on hold, and then just repeats the same stupid statement. I tell her again that I was TOLD to make an appointment with urgent care, and she tells me she has to sent me to the "new patient" people. At this I basically yell "fine!" and she transfers me to the wrong department. So then I have to explain to the person who answers the phone what my situation is and that I don't know why I was sent to her but could she please send me to the right people. And she does. And then I have to go through the entire explanation again, and answer the same questions again, and finally get assigned a primary care physician. But of course, this woman, who was very nice and helpful, doesn't actually make appointments she just assigns primary care physicians. She assures me (who is still crying through all of this) that she will forward this on to the staff of my new primary care physician who will call me to set up an appointment with me or otherwise assist me. That was 2 hours ago. Eventually, the pain subsided enough that I could get up off the floor and onto the couch, where I still sit. In my bathrobe. Umass just called me and scheduled me to go in at 4:10. Hooray. At this point I figure I can drive, but by the time I get dressed and am able to leave the house it will probably be 2:30, so it's hardly worth going to work. Plus, it's going to be snowing so I'm going to have to allow time to clean off my car and walk the 2 miles from the parking garage to the hospital. They had better give me some good drugs. Tags: health, rants Current Mood: sore
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