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Nice and cool this morning after mid 60's overnight, but.....
....today starts HellWeek.
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^^ @DobieLover, this is just such BS!

I just deleted my huge rant, as you know everything I wanted to say. It seems doctors don't provide care, and just don't care anymore.

I have a physical in July, and so far, my doc still seems to be actually caring about the care he provides. I hope he stays that way and doesn't retire any time soon. I am really dreading finding another doctor.
I think most doctors still want to provide good care, but their hands are tied by the insurance companies. Insurance companies should not be able to influence treatment. About 10 days after surgery for his ruptured appendix, DH developed two abscesses. He was very sick. (He was already very sick from walking around with a necrotic appendix, but that’s a different story.) It took the surgeon the entire day and a lot of phone calls to get approval for him to go to the bigger city with the bigger hospital to have the abscesses removed. Or as he put it, “It took all day before I found someone with any brains.” They wanted DH to wait TEN DAYS. The surgeon told them if he waited that long, he’d be dead.
 
^^ @DobieLover, this is just such BS!
Yes, believe me, I know.
just don't care anymore.
It isn't so much the doctor as it is his staff. To this day I don't think he knows what has happened to me.

I also called the office of the first doctor to ask for another trigger point injection to help with the pain. I got a message on my phone saying that they could schedule me out in late August. How in the hell is that helping anything??!! This came from his PA. I believe SHE is the main problem. I deleted the message and got started on getting care elsewhere.

At this point I don't give a rat's ass who gives me the injection as long as I get it. But I believe that I am ultimately going to need a partial discectomy to get more permanent relief.
 
Yes, believe me, I know.

It isn't so much the doctor as it is his staff. To this day I don't think he knows what has happened to me.

I also called the office of the first doctor to ask for another trigger point injection to help with the pain. I got a message on my phone saying that they could schedule me out in late August. How in the hell is that helping anything??!! This came from his PA. I believe SHE is the main problem. I deleted the message and got started on getting care elsewhere.

At this point I don't give a rat's ass who gives me the injection as long as I get it. But I believe that I am ultimately going to need a partial discectomy to get more permanent relief.
This whole saga is absolutely appalling. I have been going through a totally trivial version of it for something where the doc’s office, the insurance company and the pharmacy couldn’t work it out between them, so I get the insanity of the system, but you are actually in pain and should not be left to suffer.
I wish I had any helpful suggestions but apart from camping out at the doctor’s office and screaming in agony I can’t think of any.
Come to think of it, that isn’t such a bad idea.
 
Good Morning Cafe! Thanks for the coffee.

Sorry about the ring around DL. Sounds very frustrating…

The temps are beautiful here, but I’m flying to the east coast on Tuesday and it’s going to be an awful heatwave there too for this early in the year. Don’t have access to AC there, so things will be fun 😞 Thankfully once we’re out on the boat it will be a bit cooler!
 
This whole saga is absolutely appalling. I have been going through a totally trivial version of it for something where the doc’s office, the insurance company and the pharmacy couldn’t work it out between them, so I get the insanity of the system, but you are actually in pain and should not be left to suffer.
I wish I had any helpful suggestions but apart from camping out at the doctor’s office and screaming in agony I can’t think of any.
Come to think of it, that isn’t such a bad idea.
I'm just walking away. Once I get my injection, I'll be leaving a scathing review on Google and Healthgrades. Not that I think it will improve their administrative issues. But maybe it will elicit a call from the doctor himself. I won't take a call from anyone else.
 
I'll get the dogs down for at least 45 minutes to run around the paths of the field today.
This did not go as planned.

When we got there, there was a group of vehicles around a big shiny new red tractor. I guided the dogs away from this.

Piper has to wear her collar at all times when outside because she will just ignore you if you have no way to correct her. But the collar has not be recharged in a while and I couldn't correct her while we were walking. I ended up yelling her name and yelling out corrections to the point I'd had enough and just picked her up and carried her. That increased my pain because that little added weight caused more pressure on the nerve.

So I tried to put her down and let her run a few times and each time ultimately ended up with her dashing into the tall grass or running after Brohdi or a bunny. Uugh!! So I bent down and picked her back up at various points along the mowed path before finally giving up and going back to car... only to realize that at one of these bending over sessions my glasses fell of my shirt. I hook an arm of my $300 prescription reading glasses into the front of my shirt because they get stuck in my hair if I put them on my head.

I took the dogs up to the house and put the two red ones in the house and took Bella back with me to walk along our previous route to find my glasses. When we got there, the tractor was on the move hauling the windrower and cutting the hay. It was going back and forth down low in the field. I passed it and went into the back field where I first picked up Piper. No glasses. I walked back out to the front hay field and for some mystical reason, the tractor driver decided to run the field perimeter where the walking path is. He was half way around heading toward the second most likely section of path I dropped my glasses and there was no way I could get there first.

So my glasses have either been crushed by a tractor tire or will ultimately be baled up.

I was so utterly defeated by all this and by the great pain in my hip that I again ended up crying. I'm so sick of so easily being set off.

The only good thing I had at that very moment was Bella. Good, sweet, Bella who always listens to her voice commands even off leash and will come to me when I ask her 'help' when I've gotten down on a knee and need support to stand again. So just focused on her as I stumbled and limped back to my car.
 

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