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Monday? How the hell did that happen?!
Jun. 11th, 2018 12:55 amFriday was a fairly typical Friday. GK came by, and I got a major piece of business out of the way by going to the lab (to see what was on the slab) and getting bloodwork done.
Dr. Bitch put an order for a mammogram in the system. Bariatric counselor says that although my surgeon hasn't specified that I need clearance from my PCP, it's best to comply. bloody nuisance. And we are still awaiting the results from that fucking pshrink.
Remember I mentioned that a friend from my medical billing days also just had the procedure done? Mind you, she's 2K miles away and I last saw her in person...at least 12 years ago. First of all, she posted a "before" picture, which was rather horrifying--I remember her as busty, but honestly, it looked as if she had a pair of basketballs under her shirt around her waist. I'm not saying that to be mean--god knows, I have chub-run all the way down to my knees. Also, she confessed that she didn't have her surgery locally--she went to Mexico for it, citing the out of pocket cost of there versus here. You're a braver gal than I am, Gunga Din!
So at this point, I haven't the faintest foggy fucking clue what's going to happen, or when. Add to all that craziness, my teeth are giving me literal hell. My plan calls for a visit to the dental clinic that offers a sliding scale according to income. I was desperate enough last night to call someone I found online, a practice with Sunday hours--but to was over $200 just to get in the door, and since that's basically my disposable income for a month...no.
Ended up rummaging through my pill stash, most of which is useless stuff was far as relieving pain goes. On top of some useless OTC stuff, I found and popped my carefully hoarded last half of a Vicodin. It seemed forever until it kicked in. I actually fell asleep, blessed sleep! Woke to the call-back from the dentist, whose service I'd spoken to earlier, at which time I found out that I was $hit out of luck. Went back to sleep. Was out until 1PM,
Woke with no discernible discomfort, for which I am oh-so-grateful. Had a text from GK saying she was bringing me some brisket. (I was barely awake, and read it as "a basket", which given my decor, would've been perfectly in character.) I stuck the brisket in the fridge and had cereal so I could take my meds. Came in here and wrote for a bit. Went back to my room and slept for a few hours more.
Had just gotten my eyes focused when I got another text from GK--her timing today has been spot on--who was coming by to drop off my cane, which I'd left in her van, and to my eternal gratitude, she brought with her some unused antibiotics. I was happy enough to see them that I forbore to lecture her on That's How Antibiotic Bacteria Get Started.
There's no way around it--I'm going to need to get major work done on my teeth. And since I'm not going to be able to take normal pain meds afterward, I need to do it NOW. I suspect it may actually BE September or so before I can have the surgery. I can't afford to do them all at once--and I have at least six teeth that need to come out because they're either broken off at the gum line or they only have one side. If I opt to remove two a month, boom, that's August right there.
GK sent me something about budget dentures, about $300 a pair. They have to wait a full year between extractions and fitting, but I figure I'll spend Post-Op Year One living on fairly soft foods anyway. The old saw is true: If I'd known I was going to live this long, I'd've taken better care of my teeth!
More later.
Love to all.
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Dr. Bitch put an order for a mammogram in the system. Bariatric counselor says that although my surgeon hasn't specified that I need clearance from my PCP, it's best to comply. bloody nuisance. And we are still awaiting the results from that fucking pshrink.
Remember I mentioned that a friend from my medical billing days also just had the procedure done? Mind you, she's 2K miles away and I last saw her in person...at least 12 years ago. First of all, she posted a "before" picture, which was rather horrifying--I remember her as busty, but honestly, it looked as if she had a pair of basketballs under her shirt around her waist. I'm not saying that to be mean--god knows, I have chub-run all the way down to my knees. Also, she confessed that she didn't have her surgery locally--she went to Mexico for it, citing the out of pocket cost of there versus here. You're a braver gal than I am, Gunga Din!
So at this point, I haven't the faintest foggy fucking clue what's going to happen, or when. Add to all that craziness, my teeth are giving me literal hell. My plan calls for a visit to the dental clinic that offers a sliding scale according to income. I was desperate enough last night to call someone I found online, a practice with Sunday hours--but to was over $200 just to get in the door, and since that's basically my disposable income for a month...no.
Ended up rummaging through my pill stash, most of which is useless stuff was far as relieving pain goes. On top of some useless OTC stuff, I found and popped my carefully hoarded last half of a Vicodin. It seemed forever until it kicked in. I actually fell asleep, blessed sleep! Woke to the call-back from the dentist, whose service I'd spoken to earlier, at which time I found out that I was $hit out of luck. Went back to sleep. Was out until 1PM,
Woke with no discernible discomfort, for which I am oh-so-grateful. Had a text from GK saying she was bringing me some brisket. (I was barely awake, and read it as "a basket", which given my decor, would've been perfectly in character.) I stuck the brisket in the fridge and had cereal so I could take my meds. Came in here and wrote for a bit. Went back to my room and slept for a few hours more.
Had just gotten my eyes focused when I got another text from GK--her timing today has been spot on--who was coming by to drop off my cane, which I'd left in her van, and to my eternal gratitude, she brought with her some unused antibiotics. I was happy enough to see them that I forbore to lecture her on That's How Antibiotic Bacteria Get Started.
There's no way around it--I'm going to need to get major work done on my teeth. And since I'm not going to be able to take normal pain meds afterward, I need to do it NOW. I suspect it may actually BE September or so before I can have the surgery. I can't afford to do them all at once--and I have at least six teeth that need to come out because they're either broken off at the gum line or they only have one side. If I opt to remove two a month, boom, that's August right there.
GK sent me something about budget dentures, about $300 a pair. They have to wait a full year between extractions and fitting, but I figure I'll spend Post-Op Year One living on fairly soft foods anyway. The old saw is true: If I'd known I was going to live this long, I'd've taken better care of my teeth!
More later.
Love to all.
...
