~Homer, Iliad
I’ve been caught up in a plague of stupid. It's too soon to tell if it's fatal.
My recent visit to the Cardiac Nurse Practitioner to recount my increasingly troublesome symptoms and drug side effects was another exercise in futility that always ceases to amaze me. My concerns were met with a blank uncaring shrug and the advice to increase my medications. I've experienced better bedside manner from hospital nurse call buttons. I've experienced more compassion from Chase Bank.
Trying to explain the details of how Chase Bank has once again screwed me would make my eyes bleed, and reading them would make your heart break. That is, unless you already suspected what the greedy, rapacious, inept thieves at Chase Bank do for a living. I've experienced more competence from the California Department of Human Services.
Meanwhile, my friends at California DHS have embarked on yet another round of vague demands for further documentation before ruling on an application for a family member to receive MediCal. In case you’re playing along at home, this is the fourth time they have demanded, and I have submitted, documents to validate the qualifications of the applicant. I have to wonder how many potential applicants simply give up, pack their belongings into a grocery cart, and move into the nearest alley to await death.
If 2011 was a patient on life support, I would tattoo "DNR" on it's forehead. The winter winds can't scatter the misfortunes of 2011 like dead leaves on the ground soon enough for me.
2 comments:
Amen.
Yeah, I, too, "always cease to be amazed" that the response to drug side effects is a recommendation to increase the dosage. You should report your "adverse reactions" directly to the FDA at http://www.fda.gov/Safety/MedWatch/HowToReport/ucm053074.htm. If we all did that, perhaps our medical professionals would take our complaints more seriously. But I won't hold my breath. [Google is refusing to allow me to post by name, speaking of pointless aggravations. This is Beaker.]
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