medical care is a joke
A few numbers for you:
28 - the number of days since carrie first went to the hospital for her knee
6 - the number of muscles in the knee (according to her chiropractor)
3 - the number of muscles that carrie has probably tore in her knee
3 - the number of times we have called MAP, left a message, and waited for anyone to call us back to set up an eligability screening so we could see an appointment
2 - the number of people I've contacted outside of the eligability phone number to try to get some help
0 - the number of doctor's/medical professionals willing to help us so she can see a doctor
countless - the number of times this makes me want to scream!
Why doesn't anyone call us back? What the hell is going on with this system? If she was homeless she could just walk right in, but since we happen to have a home, nothing. Her knee is NOT improving...that is a very bad sign. If it were a sprain, she would show improvement by now. We know because she's done it so many times. But now, a serious injury, and nothing. We can't get an appointment until she is MAP eligible. She can't get the screening until someone from the fucking office calls us back! I've sat on hold with them for an hour between two different calls and still never got to a person. I tried calling the patient line, and only get an answering machine there also. I fucking hate these people!!!!!! No one cares. If they did, they would call back. Or let her make an appointment without the fucking screening! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Just once, I'd like to see someone treat my wife with respect. She is not a junkie, she is certainly not faking it, she just doesn't have a job. You try to get a job when you have half a knee and know skills besides working fast food. She's not stupid, just give her a fucking chance! We're doing everything we're supposed to. We haven't filed for food stamps or anything else, we're simply budgeting our income, which is not a lot. Don't let anyone fool you into thinking graduate students make money. It's all about the loans. This summer, hopefully carrie will start her recording school, but that all depends on how much loans I get back and whether she is physically up to the task of riding the busses to north austin and walking a bit for the days I can't drive her. But she will do it, at least in the fall. We're both doing what we need to survive and prepare a future that will allow us to have children and help the world. When will the world help us. When?!
I know I should replace this thought with something else, in order to release this anger, but it's this anger that reminds me to do something. I just don't know what to do beyond what I have done. I feel so helpless when this shit happens...what do you do in a self-suffienct culture when you finally need somebody but don't have the money to buy services? This is such a fucked up culture...when can we move to canada?
28 - the number of days since carrie first went to the hospital for her knee
6 - the number of muscles in the knee (according to her chiropractor)
3 - the number of muscles that carrie has probably tore in her knee
3 - the number of times we have called MAP, left a message, and waited for anyone to call us back to set up an eligability screening so we could see an appointment
2 - the number of people I've contacted outside of the eligability phone number to try to get some help
0 - the number of doctor's/medical professionals willing to help us so she can see a doctor
countless - the number of times this makes me want to scream!
Why doesn't anyone call us back? What the hell is going on with this system? If she was homeless she could just walk right in, but since we happen to have a home, nothing. Her knee is NOT improving...that is a very bad sign. If it were a sprain, she would show improvement by now. We know because she's done it so many times. But now, a serious injury, and nothing. We can't get an appointment until she is MAP eligible. She can't get the screening until someone from the fucking office calls us back! I've sat on hold with them for an hour between two different calls and still never got to a person. I tried calling the patient line, and only get an answering machine there also. I fucking hate these people!!!!!! No one cares. If they did, they would call back. Or let her make an appointment without the fucking screening! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Just once, I'd like to see someone treat my wife with respect. She is not a junkie, she is certainly not faking it, she just doesn't have a job. You try to get a job when you have half a knee and know skills besides working fast food. She's not stupid, just give her a fucking chance! We're doing everything we're supposed to. We haven't filed for food stamps or anything else, we're simply budgeting our income, which is not a lot. Don't let anyone fool you into thinking graduate students make money. It's all about the loans. This summer, hopefully carrie will start her recording school, but that all depends on how much loans I get back and whether she is physically up to the task of riding the busses to north austin and walking a bit for the days I can't drive her. But she will do it, at least in the fall. We're both doing what we need to survive and prepare a future that will allow us to have children and help the world. When will the world help us. When?!
I know I should replace this thought with something else, in order to release this anger, but it's this anger that reminds me to do something. I just don't know what to do beyond what I have done. I feel so helpless when this shit happens...what do you do in a self-suffienct culture when you finally need somebody but don't have the money to buy services? This is such a fucked up culture...when can we move to canada?
posted by Jaxson at 10:18
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