Friends/Family,
Oh Boy! Do I have a story for you! I finally had my first Dr's appointment since my school insurance ran out! Well, it's only at a clinic...which was a nice building, but the patrons certainly reminded me where I was. I get in and talk to the Dr (who was just fine) and she tells me that there are amazing drugs that will do wonders for my GERD, but my Govt. Insurance won't pay for any of them (and most at $120 a month). So she gave me a perscription of over-the-counter stregnth Prilosec (which I already take and it doesn't work) and along with Zantac. Maybe taking that much medication each morning will do something. Hopefully it doesn't kill me! Another thing that she suggested, which I find really interesting, is to take Yoga. If I'm managing my stress better, I'll have less acid in my system. She also suggested Accupuncture, but couldn't prescribe it! She's even going to see if they will allow me to see a Gastrointronologist! Hooray!
But the best part of the story was when I went downstairs to get blood drawn to see if my stomach issues are from bacteria or if I'm anemic. I got a lady nurse who couldn't speak English (which most people there couldn't) and wore more make up than a Trannie on El Cajon Blvd.
So she goes to get the needle for my veins and I joked that I have really small veins. She got mad and told me that I should have said that when I came in because now she has to get a smaller needle. Um...I did tell her when I got in. Next time, try looking at the person's veins before you get the needle. Maybe?
That should have been a red flag & I should have run out of the office right then. But I stayed like a good little patient to give them my precious blood. *Sidebar: I usually can't look when needles are stuck in my arm, so it's no suprise that I was a little squimish when this shady "lady" (?) was about to stab me. Then I feel it: a sharp digging sensation of the needle as it searches for my vein. I know that my veins are a little hard to find, but most of the Nurses who have trouble can find it within a few seconds. Seconds passed, then minutes. I'm fighting back screams of terror as I telepathicly plead with JR (who was standing outside the door) to save me.
"Your bein keep movin!" mumbles the nurse in a thick Spanglish accent. That's when I saw the look of horror in JR's eyes. I was stuck with this Frankenstein Nurse digging in my veins for what seemed like hours. Then she calls out something in Spanish and this tender looking older make nurse with white hair comes in, answers her in Spanish and pulls the lodged needle out of my arm and gently requests my other arm to extract the blood sample. With suprising ease, he obtains 2 viles of blood from my numb arms.
Without looking at the horribly incompitent "nurse", I briskly ran to the car...JR trailing steps behind me.
Damn. I love Government Health Care.
But the best part of the story was when I went downstairs to get blood drawn to see if my stomach issues are from bacteria or if I'm anemic. I got a lady nurse who couldn't speak English (which most people there couldn't) and wore more make up than a Trannie on El Cajon Blvd.
So she goes to get the needle for my veins and I joked that I have really small veins. She got mad and told me that I should have said that when I came in because now she has to get a smaller needle. Um...I did tell her when I got in. Next time, try looking at the person's veins before you get the needle. Maybe?
That should have been a red flag & I should have run out of the office right then. But I stayed like a good little patient to give them my precious blood. *Sidebar: I usually can't look when needles are stuck in my arm, so it's no suprise that I was a little squimish when this shady "lady" (?) was about to stab me. Then I feel it: a sharp digging sensation of the needle as it searches for my vein. I know that my veins are a little hard to find, but most of the Nurses who have trouble can find it within a few seconds. Seconds passed, then minutes. I'm fighting back screams of terror as I telepathicly plead with JR (who was standing outside the door) to save me.
"Your bein keep movin!" mumbles the nurse in a thick Spanglish accent. That's when I saw the look of horror in JR's eyes. I was stuck with this Frankenstein Nurse digging in my veins for what seemed like hours. Then she calls out something in Spanish and this tender looking older make nurse with white hair comes in, answers her in Spanish and pulls the lodged needle out of my arm and gently requests my other arm to extract the blood sample. With suprising ease, he obtains 2 viles of blood from my numb arms.
Without looking at the horribly incompitent "nurse", I briskly ran to the car...JR trailing steps behind me.
Damn. I love Government Health Care.
Adri
