Yes, I have absolute disasters to reveal.
I thought the French title is dramatic.
I initially planned some blog posts that had nothing to do about my medical "problems", but I have to tell you the latest.
Besides, nobody liked my previous post about poetry. I should have never mentioned the two banned poems I wrote about the priest. Heck, it was long ago. I was twenty. He's probably dead by now.....roasting in hell and cursing me for being so seductively influential.
Heck, it's not fair. I reveal (some of) my deepest secrets in this blog....and I don't know a damn thing about you. Your sins are probably very minimal and boring - - -
My sins are epic.
(and I'll be meeting the priest in hell)
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Okay, you're waiting to hear about my latest medical horrors.....so I'll oblige.
I was supposed to have an appointment with the dermatological surgeon in Cookeville on Monday (yesterday) morning. I got up early, prepared myself.
Breakfast was being served. I refused and told the server that I had a dr. appt. She took my tray and left. Shortly afterwards she returned and informed me that the appointment was CANCELED!!!
WHAT??!!!??
I was stunned. Who the hell canceled....and why? I asked everyone I could and nobody had an answer. Everyone I talked to was puzzled....
....but, of course, everyone was "looking into it".
Today (Tuesday) some head nurses are making calls....possibly trying to schedule a new appointment.
I'm clueless but furious. If I don't get results - - everyone will hear about it.
As if this wasn't enough
Today there was another horrifying incident 😲😮😯😵🥵
The wound care doctor and her assistant paid me their weekly visit.
As they were changing the bandages on my arm - - - I had the very worst hemorrhage ever. It bleeds in two places, and I heard one of them mention an artery.
This time they couldn't stop the bleeding. They even mentioned what hospital I should be sent to.....in case.....
My hospital gown and everything was soaked in blood. I'm pretty damn tough, but I was genuinely scared. I kept looking out the window...
Praying.
As if all this crap isn't enough, I have another bacterial infection. I need more antibiotics. Fortunately not shots in the ass this time. I suppose pills (?).
How much more punishment can I take? I'm almost overwhelmed. But not quite.
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Jon ❤️ almost overwhelmed
I am so behind in reading blogs and blogging it isn't funny. Two and a half weeks on vacation really sets one back. I sorry to read the tales of woe just won't end. I have no idea why they jut can't be transparent with you.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes...DOTS !!!!! Thye are all very good. One of my favorite brands of pretzel. They taste good to dipped in honey mustard.
I have doubt that you enjoyed your vacation. Summer is passing too quickly.
DeleteI don't know if the people here at rehab are purposefully keeping me clueless, or they are just careless. It's an annoying puzzle.
I didn't think anyone heard about Dot's pretzels.
What a nightmare Jon! The hemorrhaging is very concerning. That condition may keep you from returning to your home. When I wake up every morning, I am so stiff (my body, not the other "thing") from my arthritis I can hardly move and it's not getting better. The arthritis is probably from my long ago Lyme tick infection. I can still get around though and don't need the kind of help you're getting now although you don't have much choice. I think you're like me and you appreciate and value your independence and solitude. I do hope things get better for you Jon.
ReplyDeleteRon
At first I wasn't too concerned about my are, but now I'm very worried. It should have been treated long ago. It took nearly three months to get that appointment.
DeleteI'm so sorry about your arthritis. I know it's difficult, but keep trying to be mobile. Lyme disease is scary. I've had numerous tick bites here in TN and it's very concerning.
Take care, Ron.
I meant to say arm - - not are
DeleteJon,
DeleteWith your "are", I thought you were doing your best Pirate accent.
This is too much. After all this, cancelled? Did they ever actually make the appointment? I'm furious on your behalf.
ReplyDeleteThe appointment was made, because I received a letter from the surgeon's office confirming the time and date. My fury knows no bounds.
DeleteThere are no words to adequately express the frustration, aggravation felt just be reading this latest debacle. The continuing situation with your arm and the bleeding is worrisome even from a distance, Jon. Good for you on treating yourself.
ReplyDeleteI was absolutely stunned, after waiting so long. I honestly don't have adequate words, either. I'm determined to solve this puzzle by any means. Of course, I'll update with any news.
Delete"and I'll be meeting the priest in hell"
ReplyDeleteYou don't belong in hell, Jon.
I was trying to be funny. Right now I'm in hell....
DeleteI certainly hope you get an explanation and another appointment set up. Makes me so angry for you. They can see exactly why you need that surgery. They deal with trying to stop the bleeding. They know exactly why it is needed! They sounded as baffled as you are. Keep bugging them and asking questions!
ReplyDeleteNever heard of those pretzels. What books did you order?
You are persevering! :)
Everybody here knows about my bleeding episodes and it's very obvious that I need the surgery. I am so exhausted from these never-ending problems. I'm going to keep bugging every one.
DeleteI love to read biographies and memoirs. I got a biography of Diaghilev, the Russian impresario, and a biography of writer Laura Ingalls Wilder.
I have your book of poems, and enjoy them very much. I am sorry about what you are going through. When my mother was in the nursing home and on hospice, the staff had a tendency to ignore her basic needs. That included making sure her skin cancer was taken care of. She was terminal, so why bother? I found that I had to stop being nice and start being a nightmare. I was not liked, but my mother got the care she required. It took more than one good old hizzy fit to do it. I wish you had someone to throw a good fit for you.
ReplyDeleteOne of my biggest flaws in life is that I was always too nice. As the older I get, the more I realize that being nice will get you nowhere. Sometimes we have to be a nightmare.
DeleteThe poems in Love Letters to Ghosts were mostly written when I was in my wild, youthful years - and most of them were previously published. The children's book is much more recent and it was fun to write.
Thanks so much for reading my (humble) literary efforts.
I didn't see your poem post, not responding was only because of not seeing it. I am stunned by the ineptitude of the medical establishment/system you are unfortunately dealing with. This is inexcusable. I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteI was having some technical trouble with my blog, and my previous (poem) post was removed for a few days. It's now back.
DeleteI'm still getting nowhere with the mystery of my surgery cancellation and I'm really disgusted. Every one seems clueless - which I find hard to believe.
I’d rip off the roof of that place !
ReplyDeleteCould it be your insurance carrier denied your doctor visit at the last minute ?! Insurance companies are notorious for last minute cancellations.
Effem and hang in there.
-Rj
I had that very thought. Insurance companies love to cause acute infuriation. Effem is right.
DeleteYour medical team needs to be strung up! (Now, there's a visual for you ... )
ReplyDeleteI've not heard of the Dot's pretzels but you had me at garlic and parmesan. Going in my cart for sure. Please don't let the clowns get you down!
I don't know who to trust anymore. I'm becoming more paranoid than usual. String up the clowns (instead of Send in the Clowns).
DeleteI ate too many pretzels last night. Salty but good!