Tuesday, October 6, 2009
I have been informed I have some medical issues.
Now most people pretty much know they have something wrong with them before actually having their health care provided calling them out of the blue but I can't seem to do anything the normal way. I do not feel sick, I have no symptoms and yet...
...while having some random testing someone, somewhere gazing at a light box across town saw some weird something on an x-ray that didn't seem to belong there.
Two weeks and several hundred dollars worth of co pays poorer, I am still doing the testing/specialist hustle.
Although I work in the health care industry in a limited capacity, I usually don't get down and dirty with those annoying people we call patients. I don't normally deal with their annoying little problems and their annoying little whines and gripes.
That is not my area.
My area is making sure the business aspect of health care runs smoothly and the plastic surgeons get to keep their trophy wives, their annual trips to Greece and their Maserati.
I have to tell ya, I am not loving the other side of the exam table.
I have been CT Scanned, PET Scanned and bed panned. I've been injected, objected and subjected. I've been stabbed, labbed and scabbed.
And still one doctor sends me to another and so on and so on...
All advising..more tests more tests!
I get it docs, it is something that doesn't belong in my body so take it the fuck out!
Feeling fine has never been so exhausting.
Posted by Christine at 2:57 PM