If there are any of you out there who started following me on a daily basis, I apologize for my lack of creative insight and correspondence for the past two + weeks. There are times when I just plain run out of energy. This has been one of those times. I guess I let it go on longer than i really should. My brain turns to mush so quickly.
Last week I finally gave in and stopped trying to treat myself with OTC medications and homeopathic brews. I knew what my problem was since it happens sometimes two to three times a year. Sometimes those methods of treatment work, some times they don’t. I’d been messing around trying to treat myself for about two weeks or more because I hate to take antibiotics unless I really have to. I don’t want to build up any kind of resistance to them and end up treating a superbug of some type.
I gave up. I just didn’t feel well enough to fight any longer. I quit my hospital volunteering around 10:30. My job wasn’t quite done, but I was. I called my doctor. There was a cancellation at 1:30 and I was told to come in. I left my home at 1:10 and was in the office on time. Within ten minutes I was taken back to an exam room and my vitals were taken. Another five to ten minutes later my doctor came in. He is a family practitioner but I think he is the best gate keeper i could ever find for my numerous problems. I dread the day he retires. He claims it won’t be any time soon, but I’m not certain.
We talked about the medical stuff and he ordered the blood tests he wanted. I was proud that I had made it six months without an appointment. I try not to see him any more often than absolutely needed. He faxed the prescriptions I needed to my pharmacy. I left his exam room and sat in the waiting room for another five minutes. My blood was drawn and as I left the office for the pharmacy, I noticed that 1 1/2 hours had elapsed since I had left home.
The pharmacy had received my prescriptions but had not filled them yet. I waited another ten minutes before they were filled. By the time I entered my door again at home, I had spent a total of two hours or, counting time from the first call, 4 1/2 hours. I felt completely blessed that I had received the treatment I needed in such a record amount of time. The next morning the results of the tests were in and his office assistant was calling me with the game plan.
Working at the county hospital has taught me how fortunate I am to have my own insurance. The entire staff at that hospital works as hard as they can, but I don’t know how they can possibly do it day after day like they do. It’s like swimming against the tide. People arrive 24/7 for the urgent care clinic. The following day as I was waiting for the elevator, I couldn’t help but hear this young woman and her friend asking at the information desk about the emergency room. They had been waiting in urgent care already for six hours. I don’t know what her problem was, but she was in pain. She didn’t know what to do. Unfortunately she was told the bare truth. If she went to the emergency room, her waiting time would start all over again. Then, after that, she would have to wait the three to four (or more) hours at the pharmacy for any medications she might be prescribed. These people sometimes spend more than twelve hours in the hospital just waiting for care. Sometimes they are sent home, sometimes they are admitted to the hospital which may take many hours more before being assigned a room.
It is not because all of them are lazy or spend all their money on frivolous things that those who are insured think they don’t need. Yes, that occasionally is the case. Sometimes, however, like the woman who was discovered to have a large abdominal tumor a few weeks ago, it’s just because they can’t afford the insurance. Her husband was working as much and as hard as he could to provide for his family but, in this economy, he was doing it by himself rather than having the luxury of working for a company that provided benefits.
Instead of looking down our noses at these people, at least we could try to walk a few steps in their shoes and at least try not to judge them. Namaste. Attic Annie