It never rains. . .
Feb. 16th, 2022 04:48 pmHalford, what a day. Our trailer was supposed to be delivered today, but the driver bringing it had his engine die hard in Anaheim. OK, tomorrow is good. Then we learn that the first driver forgot to get the envelope with the damn trailer keys out of his cab! Luckily, Outbound had the key code and we're having them shipped. When do they show up? Anyone's guess.
Luckily I already had tomorrow off for an appointment at the Stanford Eye Clinic. Which I'm now doing solo, so![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
kshandra can be at work for both the trailer and the keys. Speaking of medical issues. . .
It feels like I'm getting a new doctor every three days. I understand the need for speed here, I mean, I'm the guy who might have cancer again, but I've run into the most frustrating thing in existence: the convoluted schedule of doctors. I get a referral for an interventional pulmonologist to do the biopsy. Call him the other day. "He's only in the office Tuesdays and Thursdays, and needs to see you right away!"
Too bad I'm booked for Thursday. So now, next Tuesday I'm getting a fucking lumbar puncture and then going to see this guy while still flying on pain meds.kshandra WILL being coming back with me to speak with the doctor. Because fuck all of this. But at least the next series of appointments are set, right?
Right?
I laugh. Because today, about ten minutes before I had to go handle the nightmare that is school let-out on Wednesdays, I get a call from a different interventional pulmonologist to set up a consult. When I pointed out I already had a damn appointment, she sounded shocked, then looked and said "oh, yeah. . . "
NONE OF THESE OFFICES ARE COMMUNICATING WITH EACH OTHER!! And I, with my stroke-fuzzed brain, am supposed to juggle all these names and dates, which is something I simply cannot do.
I have next week off. I'm hiding in Bear Fort. This crap has me so mentally exhausted it's affected my self-care and my ability to be cheerful to my kids at work.
Luckily I already had tomorrow off for an appointment at the Stanford Eye Clinic. Which I'm now doing solo, so
kshandra can be at work for both the trailer and the keys. Speaking of medical issues. . . It feels like I'm getting a new doctor every three days. I understand the need for speed here, I mean, I'm the guy who might have cancer again, but I've run into the most frustrating thing in existence: the convoluted schedule of doctors. I get a referral for an interventional pulmonologist to do the biopsy. Call him the other day. "He's only in the office Tuesdays and Thursdays, and needs to see you right away!"
Too bad I'm booked for Thursday. So now, next Tuesday I'm getting a fucking lumbar puncture and then going to see this guy while still flying on pain meds.
kshandra WILL being coming back with me to speak with the doctor. Because fuck all of this. But at least the next series of appointments are set, right?Right?
I laugh. Because today, about ten minutes before I had to go handle the nightmare that is school let-out on Wednesdays, I get a call from a different interventional pulmonologist to set up a consult. When I pointed out I already had a damn appointment, she sounded shocked, then looked and said "oh, yeah. . . "
NONE OF THESE OFFICES ARE COMMUNICATING WITH EACH OTHER!! And I, with my stroke-fuzzed brain, am supposed to juggle all these names and dates, which is something I simply cannot do.
I have next week off. I'm hiding in Bear Fort. This crap has me so mentally exhausted it's affected my self-care and my ability to be cheerful to my kids at work.
