Ever since I have had several medical ordeals for the last year and a half, I feel I have been in a rut. Days are basically the same each day. Mainly because I have been limited to doing not much physically. And that is not me. Usually I am in my shop building something (it was restoring cars or trucks), or working on a project for around the house or for a friend. Or maybe going to help a friend with their projects, or maybe going to pick up parts for something ... but just GOING and doing something. My excuse statement is, "When I get my back fixed ..." or "When I can walk farther ...". I told myself I need to lose a few pounds, but this is not what I wanted to do it by losing muscle mass from do doing anything. I am getting really sick of going to doctors offices and hearing the same old BAH-BAH-BAH, and handing me some pills.
I called the surgi-center that is suppose to schedule my back surgery and they told me, "We don't have you scheduled here, that is at our other location." "Can you give me their phone number?" "They will call you." I may have broken
my phone when I slammed it down on my desk. So I wait again.
It seems like doctor's offices have this endless cycle you get caught in, and they are only doorman to let you out. But really I blame lawyers and the shammers.
Years ago when I helped a couple corporations get started, I wrote they by-laws on one page. Once the lawyers got a hold of it, it turned over to a 100 page book containing words I never saw. The shammers want your identify so they can steal it and sell it on the black market so the medical community hires lawyers to write up all these privacy documents and releases you have to read and agree to before they will see you. Do you really read them before they take you into the back exam rooms? Most people just sign and walk back. It could you just signed over your first born and all of you possessions if you miss an appointment. I read one last week and my eyes crossed before I got done. Then I waited, sitting on a very uncomfortable chair for 30 minutes before a assistant came our and called my name. When I came out of my boredom comma, I answered, "Right here", and proceeded to follow her like a lost puppy.
The only thing I have fallen in love with is my leather 'Lazy-Boy' recliner. It has been my only comfort since the back injury. It has perfectly molded to my body and never disappoints. Always supports me where and when I need it most. It has also served as my bed for 4 months because sleeping in my bed is too painful.
But I WILL get to a good place soon, I hope. For a simple surgery, why does it take so damn long?
