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The only craziness has been from the fat old bitch next door. That crazy cow has been running around the street bare assed naked. The past two days, she's been cutting down her half of the very pretty purple lavender tree along the fenceline of our house. She is an evil hateful bitch. When my dad told me what she was doing, I went outside and stared daggers through her soulless body. Then he told me not to do that, it was mean. Oh no, I wanted that crazy assface to know what she did wasn't cool, and now I'd be watching her. She doesn't want to provoke me. I will wish her ill will until her saggy ass end up in the hospital!
With zero life, I have saved MUCH gas, therefore saving much MONEY by not having to buy that shit so often. Which is good, considering I had to spend all extra money on co-pays for the doctors I saw.
My leg/knee is better. Well, from time to time, like when I stand or walk a lot, it hurts a little, but I try to be as sedentary as possible. Hehe. I am supposed to still be using the crutches, but great Jesus on jumpercables, they suck! So I said eff that to the crutches after about two and a half weeks. Well, the handicap parking was nice though, but have you ever tried grocery shopping by yourself. . . on crutches? Yeah, that should be a new olympic sport! Seriously.
Speaking of Olympics, I've been watching the hairy balls off the games! It kind of helps that Michael Phelps is smoking hot, but still I have homeland pride, beeyotches! I love watching the US kick all the other suck-assed country's asses!
Let's talk about work. The past few weeks, okay, more than that. It started a month or two ago. I started really HATING the girl who trained me. She would belittle me and talk to me like I was a fucking retard every time she told me about some little mistake I had made. I found it condescending and hypocritical because she was making even WORSE mistakes than myself, yet seemed to overlook that.
But whatever, I just came in to do my work, and get paid. Oh, and try to stay awake in the process. The playing of music and listening to iPods were soon banned, for some reason. I dunno, I wasn't there when the decision was made. So, the buds came out of my ears and I started chatting it up more with the two front desk clerks sitting to my right.
Work got tolerable, yet that bitch kept pissing me off until one day I SNAPPED! Well, kind of. I didn't go COMPLETELY insane, like any previous times. I just basically stood up for myself and let her know she wasn't as right as she thought. I stopped being friendly to her, and started just being civil. With as little interaction as possible.
About two weeks ago, she tries being nicer to me, yet things she was telling me to do sounded, erm. . . peculiar? But, instead of listening to my gut, LIKE I SHOULD HAVE, but didn't, I brushed it off and just did what I was told.
I guess the military instills some of that shit farther than even I imagined. I did what I was told, and didn't attempt of breaking the "chain of command" so to speak, by going over super-bitch's head to our supervisor.
Wednesday I was pulled into a conference to find out that super bitch had quit! YES! Life was going to be good again! I was excited and scared all at the same time! More responsibility! Less backstabbing and dirty looks! WooHOO!
Then it hit me like a spike from Carrie Walsh, I was trained wrong. That dirty bitch had trained me to do parts of my job incorrectly, thus causing billing problems, inturn costing the company $$ and headache.
That skanky cunt threw me under the bus and BAILED! WTF?! But I took it calmly and vowed that I would learn the correct way to bill new/referred/consulted patients. I would work hard and they would LOVE ME!
Wrong-o. I wasn't given a chance to do anything but pick my panties out of my ass. I was brought upstairs again and told that the billing of fee tickets aka my job, was going back to a third party and my position was gone. Just like that.
Yes, I was crushed. But within the same breath, I was told they didn't want me to leave the company, so I had the option to stay and do a different job. Across the street. WHAT!?!
Across the street!?!??? The building I'ver heard ZERO good things about? People I don't even know??!?! NOOOO!!!!!!!
Well, of course I took the fucking position. You honestly don't think I'm an idiot, do you?
So, watery and red eyed, I packed up some stuff and headed across the street to the main clinic. I was introduced to my new supervisor and told of my new position (same pay).
I was reluctant because my new job involved answering the phones. All calls to each of our five clinics go to the phones in one little room of women, dubbed THE HEN HOUSE. I swear to BLOG!
Instantly I knew that all change was indeed NOT bad, and instilled my belief that things DO happen for a reason. These chicks were cool! They talked and actually laughed! Holy balls! I have a new home and it makes me happy! I like it more than the old place because I'm not surrounded by grouchy, grumpy, crabby old bitches who fight like two year olds!
ALAS! All is again right with the world. I am home, saving money and watching the Olympics. Life is good.
First, I just made a few normal appointments. I have been having crazy, feels like I'm 16, mad acne breakouts for the past few months. It's been insane! So, I decided to see a dertmatologist. That went pretty well. I'm using RetinA and taking tetracycline. I lucked out on the cost of RetinA, getting it for FREE! I also love kRog's $4 scrip list!
Secondly, since I haven't had a menstrual period since April-ish, I went to see an OB/GYN. My bloodwork came back normal, and we discussed birth control options. No big deal.
A week later, my knee started feeling sore. Nothing major, just kind of achy. I thought that it either had to do with my excercising or standing up all night the night before at the Jimmy Buffett concert I went to.
The next day the pain was worse, and progressively worse as the days went by. So, Monday I called to get a primary care doctor so I could get my knee checked out.
First, let me tell you about trying to get the appointment. I chose to stay with the Lexington Clinic, because that's who my OB/GYN is with and they have offices all over town plus an after hours care center.
When I called, I asked the woman who answered, what the clinic hours were. She asked me what doctor. I said, any family doctor. She put me on hold and transferred me to someone's voicemail.
I hung up and called back, getting the same damn woman. I tried to be a bit more specific, and say I was needing a new family doctor and wanted to know the hours. Before I could say anything else, I got the hold and transfer again.
Now I'm pissed the fuck off. I call for a third time and guess who answers? The first thing I say is, "Does anyone else answer the phones besides you?" She kind of laughed and said yes. I was angry and told her I had called twice before wanting help and she was not giving me any, just transferring me.
She seemed to listen a little better this time when I told her I needed a new doctor and needed one who opened early so I wouldn't have to miss much work. Finally, I was sent to the right person, who answered and got me an appointment for Thursday morning.
By Thursday my knee was swollen and hurting much worse. Hopefully the doctor would help! When I got to the clinic, I had to stand in line for 15 minutes to check in. I'm sure that was good on my knee.
The doc checked out my knee, ordered some blood tests and an xray. The lab took FIVE vials of blood! Holy piss! Why did they need FIVE? I still have no idea, but maybe in the next few days I will and will let you know too.
It took no time to get the xrays back and the doctor said they looked normal, but there was a slight sign of inflammation. She ordered an MRI for Friday morning, at the clinic across town, close to my office. She gave me a sample of Flector patches to put on my knee, and I stood at the window for a good 20 minutes while the nurse made my mri appointment.
That night, I noticed my left foot, mainly ankle, was swollen. Awesome. I put the Flector patch on my leg, took some ibuprophine and went to bed. Those patches, by the way, suck.
Friday morning I went and had the MRI done, taking a nice nap during, and my knee was still hurting. Only now, both knees hurt because I was limping and putting more pressure on my right knee. The pain changed to stiff achiness and every time I walked, I felt like the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz, and my knees needed oiling.
I noticed my foot/ankle was swollen again and became concerned, so I called the doctor's office. The nurse told me to go to the after hours clinic. So I went after work.
The pain was now so bad, that if it got any worse, I would have been in tears. Seriously. I was walking slower than a 90 old granny with a walker. Back in the exam room, I laid down and tried to rest until the doc came in.
I think she was just out of school because her bedside manner was questionable. She asked me if I had gotten the results of my MRI yet. I said no, and she asked me what I thought was wrong. Then she said, "Well I know the results of your MRI, and you have a fracture in your tibia."
Okay, if you KNEW the results, why didn't you just fucking come out and TELL me in the first damn place? If I wasn't hurting so much, I would have been such a bitch about that.
One of the nurses came in with a brace for my knee and a set of crutches. Have you ever used crutches? They completely suck gigantor saggy oldman balls! I'm not supposed to put any weight on my left leg, so using the crutches is hard, and hurts my underarm pits. Owie!
I could tel you stories of how, when I went to pick up my script for Ultram, I hobbled around kRog, but that would be pretty boring.
Why is it, when you are visibly injured and on crutches, people look at you like you have an under developed arm growing out of your forehead?
Oh yeah, the crappy doc who did my last exam referred me to an orthopedic surgeon's office, but they aren't open until Monday. I guess I'll find out more about my sitch then.