Thursday, January 12, 2012

It's been One week...

Cue BNL...  
I am now one week post termination. Today was a hard day. I ended up not going to work. A combination of knowing I would be an emotional mess and the fact the my pain was getting worse. It is very like doing WAY too many sit-ups. Hub was terrified last night, so I agreed to call the doctor this morning, just my luck, both my OB and the surgeon were out of the office. It is fine for my OB, her office was very nice and offered to get her on the phone for me. Since she wasn't the TX MD anyway, I just called the other doctor, who was also out of the office. That office has been nothing but a shit show and today was no exception.

Back on my first appointment there, they asked me to pay my co-pay, which is fine. I went up with a credit card, like I do at every medical office I've been to in the last 10 years. The receptionist looks at me like I'm a moron and says "check or cash". I say "I don't have either" "well, how are you going to pay?" Smartass. So I respond "I haven't been to an office that doesn't take cards since the 90s" She didn't like that and gave me the death stare. Whatever. Then they went on and on, losing forms I needed to sign not knowing where the MD was.  The next day for my follow-up visit they lost MORE paperwork, this time stuff I had already signed. Then the MD's headlamp thing died and he had to get one from another room.. isn't that someone's JOB? So he goes to get the lamp, and I'm on the table with my who-ha hanging out for the world to see!

So back to yesterday, I call the office and tell them who I am and my problem. The response: "Well Dr is out of the office. Is this an emergency?" I don't know.. that's why I'm calling you.. the doctor's office. I say something to that effect and she says "I can take a message and let him know tomorrow". Look, we've established we don't know if this is an emergency or not, can you GET IN TOUCH with the doctor? He must have an emergency number. Eventually this receptionist sees reason and takes a message. Doc calls back, asks a few questions and calls in an antibiotic. I was sure it wasn't an infection, and am morally opposed to taking antibiotics for no reason, but I took them so Hub wouldn't kill me. We'll see if they do anything.

I think that feeling lousy and being mad at the doctor's office has made me feel a little better, my mind is busy elsewhere. I might want to capitalize on this.

Hub isn't doing so well, he is slipping into a depression. We both list as part of our daily accomplishments getting dressed and showering. Not really that swell. Now that we are 1 week post, I told him those can't be listed as accomplishments. So his goal is to start cooking again and mine is to start eating. On a related note, I lost 6 pounds this week.

It's been one week since you looked at me 
Dropped your arms to the side and said I'm sorry 
Five days since I laughed at you and said
You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Barenaked Ladies, One Week 

From Blue Sunday to me, God knows I apologized to that baby time and time again over the last few weeks. I can only hope Blue Sunday would laugh and know that what I did, I did for love.


  1. Oh, I know I can't even begin to write anything that can properly address the pain you've gone through, the agonizing decisions, the eloquence with which you know yourself and so amazingly can pen the words. I never, ever post comments on blogs but I felt compelled. I was ingesting your blog posts in a somewhat empathetic, somewhat theoretical manner, until I read your last line: "I can only hope Blue Sunday would laugh and know that what I did, I did for love." I really, really loved this because I could hear Blue Sunday's voice through your words. It was so beautiful to have you write those words and picture your little angel giggling. I love you, your angel and your hubby without having ever met. I thank you for your unselfishness of posting for the rest of us to understand.

    1. Thank you so much for your kind words. It is good to know that I have touched someone- and more importantly that my Blue Sunday has.