Cranky and past my sell-by date
Jun. 11th, 2009 11:28 amThis is what losing your kidneys looks like.
Damn proud of her. But one of the things I don't think she hit as hard as yours truly would have:
YOU HAVE TO BE ON DIALYSIS to be on the one single-payer, government-supported health plan we have working today. It's called Medicare, and it works so well a lot of doctors today prefer accepting it instead of a number of private health plans.
If she had had that kind of care up front, she wouldn't be here now. And it's not a matter of 'few bucks there, same few bucks later' - this is easily one of the most day in and day out EXPENSIVE costs out there (that's why it was moved to Medicare as the only 'instant approval' diagnosis in 1972).
(I'd love it if someone could research it and tell me who put that bill to Congress and who supported it. Watch it be Blue Cross.)
(Some of my favorite orthopods won't take any other patients than workmans comp ones these days. Yes, it pays that much better, without all the bullshit 'denials' private plans put you through. They can choose, and so they do.)
Tell a friend.
...
I guess getting the news on the hypothyroidism is settling in - I'm going to see about gathering every bit of information we have on record (which means getting it translated) - I was told he was seen regularly for this, and even after referral last year, it was checked and reported that he still needed to be followed for it.
If they simply did not change the paperwork to allow me to be placed anywhere but where he was - if they allowed him to be overmedicated - or incorrectly diagnosed....
*blows air* Nobody has a thing to say to me about not taking proper care of him, or having his interests uppermost in mind when making decisions. Not today.
Outflanked him this morning though - still taking the antibiotic in shave ice syrup, but has become increasingly resistant to the idea (part toddler oppositional/attention getting, part this stuff is NARSY) and just turns his head at the oncoming bottle of water we give between sips to get this stuff down.
So I just got on one side of him, Jim was already on the other and we gave him a little hug (holding his head gently between the two of ours). Can't make ya, huh?
We're running out of time to get out the door, though - and one of the casualties has been the morning bottle of formula. Kid no longer wants it. And since it was one of the fastest methods to get something in him before running out the door, he's been hitting daycare without breakfast...and what they serve is often not something he'll eat.
But he'll down mass quantities at dinner, methinks to compensate. Not terribly impressed with the lack of breakfast - it's not something I want to continue.
So that's something that we need some more time for. Guess who's getting up even earlier as soon as possible?
Also considering dropping the group insurance through work entirely - except I'm not exactly sure that would wise. It was largely to make sure the kid got specialist care at need - since that exact need is non-existant....
Also broke. And cranky. People being pissy. That sort of thing.
Damn proud of her. But one of the things I don't think she hit as hard as yours truly would have:
YOU HAVE TO BE ON DIALYSIS to be on the one single-payer, government-supported health plan we have working today. It's called Medicare, and it works so well a lot of doctors today prefer accepting it instead of a number of private health plans.
If she had had that kind of care up front, she wouldn't be here now. And it's not a matter of 'few bucks there, same few bucks later' - this is easily one of the most day in and day out EXPENSIVE costs out there (that's why it was moved to Medicare as the only 'instant approval' diagnosis in 1972).
(I'd love it if someone could research it and tell me who put that bill to Congress and who supported it. Watch it be Blue Cross.)
(Some of my favorite orthopods won't take any other patients than workmans comp ones these days. Yes, it pays that much better, without all the bullshit 'denials' private plans put you through. They can choose, and so they do.)
Tell a friend.
...
I guess getting the news on the hypothyroidism is settling in - I'm going to see about gathering every bit of information we have on record (which means getting it translated) - I was told he was seen regularly for this, and even after referral last year, it was checked and reported that he still needed to be followed for it.
If they simply did not change the paperwork to allow me to be placed anywhere but where he was - if they allowed him to be overmedicated - or incorrectly diagnosed....
*blows air* Nobody has a thing to say to me about not taking proper care of him, or having his interests uppermost in mind when making decisions. Not today.
Outflanked him this morning though - still taking the antibiotic in shave ice syrup, but has become increasingly resistant to the idea (part toddler oppositional/attention getting, part this stuff is NARSY) and just turns his head at the oncoming bottle of water we give between sips to get this stuff down.
So I just got on one side of him, Jim was already on the other and we gave him a little hug (holding his head gently between the two of ours). Can't make ya, huh?
We're running out of time to get out the door, though - and one of the casualties has been the morning bottle of formula. Kid no longer wants it. And since it was one of the fastest methods to get something in him before running out the door, he's been hitting daycare without breakfast...and what they serve is often not something he'll eat.
But he'll down mass quantities at dinner, methinks to compensate. Not terribly impressed with the lack of breakfast - it's not something I want to continue.
So that's something that we need some more time for. Guess who's getting up even earlier as soon as possible?
Also considering dropping the group insurance through work entirely - except I'm not exactly sure that would wise. It was largely to make sure the kid got specialist care at need - since that exact need is non-existant....
Also broke. And cranky. People being pissy. That sort of thing.