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Can I have a new body
May. 24th, 2004 04:31 pmThis one is seriously falling apart. I head for the doctors for my every third month appointment (the joys of being diabetic). I realize that I've lost my health insurance card. Last I saw it was three months ago when I had to scream at them for mishandling my medication. NO CLUE where it went since I usually replace it in my wallet. Sigh. The doctor's office makes me a copy.
Now I've had a fever and nausea with eating for about a week. I get these fevers and nausea every so often but since I'm in a bout of it, I mention it.
His eyes light up. OOOO even more is wrong with Dr. Evans let me do the happy dance of racking up more medical bills. He asks about my gall bladder because it sounds like that to him. I say no this isn't the searing pain I get when I eat something fatty/fried. THAT'S gall bladder pain. This could be too says he. Hmmm,he's not wrong. It does fit but I've been eating good. Sigh. Well I confess to Mom, her siblings, her dad and his siblings ALL having to have that damn organ removed. My aunt even died of gangrene of the gallbladder.
So I leave his office head straight to get bloodwork (After another fight with his moron nurse who WONT get him to write me a script for my diabetic medicine and he's already disappeared. She insists my pharmacy needs to fax a request. WHY I whine since I'm standing right here but she's adamant. Fuck her, I'll let Walgreens yell at her for the inconvience. At least Walgreens was amused by this idiot nurse) So I get my blood draw to make sure I don't have a blood borne infection and to check my amylase and various other gallbladder tests.
I go tomorrow for that ultrasound to make sure my gallbladder isn't the size of a grapefruit or something. If it's enlarged guess who gets cut open again. I'm gonna be hollow by the time I die. At least this is just three tiny holes just enough to shove a camera and a grabby claw into me.
On a totally unrelated note, I cut off all my hair. Serious. It's only about two inches long now.
Still on hold with BC/BS waiting to beg for a new insurance card
Now I've had a fever and nausea with eating for about a week. I get these fevers and nausea every so often but since I'm in a bout of it, I mention it.
His eyes light up. OOOO even more is wrong with Dr. Evans let me do the happy dance of racking up more medical bills. He asks about my gall bladder because it sounds like that to him. I say no this isn't the searing pain I get when I eat something fatty/fried. THAT'S gall bladder pain. This could be too says he. Hmmm,he's not wrong. It does fit but I've been eating good. Sigh. Well I confess to Mom, her siblings, her dad and his siblings ALL having to have that damn organ removed. My aunt even died of gangrene of the gallbladder.
So I leave his office head straight to get bloodwork (After another fight with his moron nurse who WONT get him to write me a script for my diabetic medicine and he's already disappeared. She insists my pharmacy needs to fax a request. WHY I whine since I'm standing right here but she's adamant. Fuck her, I'll let Walgreens yell at her for the inconvience. At least Walgreens was amused by this idiot nurse) So I get my blood draw to make sure I don't have a blood borne infection and to check my amylase and various other gallbladder tests.
I go tomorrow for that ultrasound to make sure my gallbladder isn't the size of a grapefruit or something. If it's enlarged guess who gets cut open again. I'm gonna be hollow by the time I die. At least this is just three tiny holes just enough to shove a camera and a grabby claw into me.
On a totally unrelated note, I cut off all my hair. Serious. It's only about two inches long now.
Still on hold with BC/BS waiting to beg for a new insurance card
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