Mortifying? Awkward? Embarrassing? And then some… Only God knows how all this is going to turn out. I had to go get her treats from the cart. Good thing Olive was still here! She reminded me to take my meds. It will go up to Kent’s apartment, along with Olive, when I leave. I don’t mind the cart, I just don’t want to get in trouble for it.
#WENDY THE WANDERER FULL#
There’s also a shopping cart in my living room full of all things Olive. That’s more than I have strength for right now. You know what sucks the most about still being here? I have to unpack and put together my CPAP. Yup, sounds like a politician we all know 😛 I need to keep the guy excited about helping ME!!!!! Whoa! Them’s fighting words! He repeatedly said the internist could do nothing for me compared to what he….the surgeon, could. I told him I have an appointment with my internist on Tuesday and could just wait until after I see him. I reminded the surgeon that Monday is a holiday. I guess I won’t be going to a hospital today. Go for it! If he is the smartest doc in Utah….I’m all for him proving it! If he cracks the code, I will go from skeptic to admirer. He wants to be the mastermind that figures me out. The only reason he is “being nice” to me and spending hours pouring over my records is because I am so complicated and intriguing medically. The surgeon will do anything to trash people he doesn’t like. Very bad idea to be on the wrong side of him. Seriously….I have been trying to complement the surgeon in between times of being abrupt with him. He says he wants to get the idiots in trouble. I think I will just shut up and stroke the crazy guy’s ego. Well, gee….it didn’t even convince the idiots when I went into documented MG crisis in 2015 and got 5 IVIg’s thanks to another hospital’s ICU. He says he is convinced and wants me to get it to prove the idiot neuros at the U wrong. For each of our conversations, I have told him how much IVIg helps me with each of my problems. He was asking me about a few of the diagnoses on my medical records. I wish I did! I love the rare times when I can sleep 12 🙂 It’s usually from pure exhaustion.ĥ PM and the surgeon just called back and talked 13 minutes. I didn’t say it….but I don’t come close to even averaging 8 hours of sleep….even when it’s broken up. I assured him the only time I am in bed is when I’m asleep. The surgeon said it was bad for me to lay around in bed without doing anything.
With that in mind, I will be astounded if HealthSouth takes my insurance.
I seriously doubt that my insurance will pay for that! In 2013 when Heather and Huntsman hospital were trying to get me in a rehab place, the only ones who said they would take my insurance were rated bottom of the barrel….and none of them was actually willing to take me. Designed to return patients to leading active, independent lives, HealthSouth Rehabilitation Hospital of Utah, is a 84-bed rehabilitation hospital that provides a higher level of comprehensive rehabilitation services. Now he says he is sending me to Health South. He seems clueless about poor and disabled people. Must have been my crummy version of Medicaid, because he asked me all sorts of insurance questions. He said I could not go to Davis after all.
Scared the heck out of me 😛 It was the crazy surgeon! OMG! I picked up my phone and was looking up the # and my phone vibrated. Around maybe 3:30, I decided to call again. I called back for clarification and later wrote them an email. I did get a message from my doc’s nurse, but all it said was they had faxed the info to the hospital. I was expecting the call any minute telling me what hospital to go to. So…I quick came home…made arrangements for Olive to stay with Kent, I packed up my CPAP, undies, toothbrush, etc, tried to clean the fridge a bit, gathered my laundry and a bunch of other tasks. The surgeon’s second choice was back to the U. I looked it up online and it looked too nice. So the guy decides to admit me to Davis in Bountiful. Guess who that is? The crazy surgeon I couldn’t wait to escape from in December.
He does not have admitting privileges anywhere, so he called the clinic’s overseeing doctor. He thought they were taking care of me! My doc decided I need to be admitted to the hospital. I asked the doc why he gave up on finding me hospice. I’m glad I quit taking those monster sized potassium pills. Even weirder is that my potassium is too high. My blood tests show low albumin and my pee shows high protein. Oh, my gosh!!! Thank goodness I have not been as sick today.
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