menstrualhut | Drama Drama Drama! Just wanted to share. . .

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Well, I had my doctor's appointment today.

David's mom came and got us, and we went down to Birmingham after we dropped his brother-in-law off at work. Due to all the work being done on the roads, we were an hour late, but they still allowed me to come in without having to reschedule an appointment. Thank God for huge favours.

So, I called the Dial-A-Nurse thing yesterday and found the # to Birmingham Health Care, where they have a "sliding scale" fee system. I did NOT get informed that it was still going to be a co-pay. David's mom came and got us today and we went down there after the aforementioned thing about taking Bubba to work.

Well, we get down there, and they get me to sign some paperwork, and I was shaking so bad from the pain and having low sugar, my handwriting was very sloppy. So, I get all that crap out of the way, I have David walk me over to the desk, I get it handed in, and then I get called back up there a few minutes later, they tell me, "There's a $20 co-pay." I came unglued. I went off about how I'd spoken personally to that woman yesterday, she said NOTHING to me about all that b/s, especially when I told her I had NO income. What was I supposed to do, pay for it with my good looks!? No. Don't think so.

I asked if they could perhaps bill me, as I didn't have it on hand. She goes, "I'm sorry, but we don't bill for the co-pay." Bitch! I went off again, telling her that "I'm sorry" does not cover the cost of gas for my mother-in-law to come to my house on the other side of town to pick us up, not to mention having to drive from Pell City down to Birmingham, getting lost b/c they neglected to give us proper directions, AND having to drive home after we're done here! "I'm sorry" does NOT take care of anything like that. She just sat there looking at me like I was wrong in how I felt. Bitch bitch bitch! She's lucky I didn't come at her!

So, we get that taken care of, b/c David's mother (luckily) had $20 on her, and she said to David don't worry about it now, just pay her back later. God bless that woman, even though she seems like she don't like me much!

So, the nurse calls us back, gets my vitals, etc, and then gets a urine sample from me (which was a new adventure in pain!), and then the doctor comes in. I can't remember his name, but he's Vietnamese or something. Real sweet doc, though, he took the time to come in, introduce himself, and asked for my first name. Not something you find very often. They either address you as "Mr. or Mrs." whatever, they don't bother with first names. He was real nice to me, though, and every time he went to examine the "sensitive" spots, the parts of my body where it really hurts, I'd cry out when he'd touch me, and he'd go, "I'm so sorry, Tabitha!" in his thick Asian accent. So funny.

So, he goes, "I need you to go to the ER NOW for an ultrasound. It could be any one of 3 things: your appendix, your gall bladder, or your ovaries." I was freaking out inside. I told him that we'd gone to 2 different ER's, and they didn't do anything but tell me it's the flu and send me home. It's hardly the damn flu, people! He goes, "I will send a note with you. They will have to follow this note." hee hee I felt better after he'd done that for me.

Anyway, so we get back into the car, and they don't tell me that I can't eat anything before a GI ultrasound. I ate a small thing of fries and drank a Diet Coke on the way home. Bad idea. I didn't know, though, so don't hold it against me! LOL

We get to the hospital here in Pell City and they tell me, "Did you eat anything yet?" I said yes, just a small thing of fries and a Diet Coke. They told me they had to schedule the GI ultrasound, so I have to go back at 9.30 in the morning. I am going to feel like a Gremlin! LOL I can't eat or drink anything after midnight. ~le sigh~

Anyhoo, so they go ahead and do the ultrasound on my female organs, but I won't know what's going on with all that until I get the $$ together to get to the doctor's for the visit AND for gas to get to and from. ~le sigh~

That ultrasound they did do today, it HURT. I was ready to rip the bed apart. I was crying the whole time, and when she got to my right side, where the chief pain is, I screamed. David was down at the foot of the bed patting my leg and trying to tell me it's going to be alright. Ladies, hands of, he's mine. lol I know he's a keeper, but GET YOUR OWN! lmao

Anyway, so we get done, and our roommate comes and gets us and brings us home. David's wanting me to go to bed. No thank you. I'm wore out, but right now, I'm too wound up. I'm so close to knowing what's going on, I can almost taste it. My side doesn't hurt anymore, up by my ribs, which is a good thing, but they're still going to do the GI thing anyway tomorrow. May as well let them, as I won't have to pay for these tests. Get 'em done while they're free.

So, We ge home, and I make the mistake of telling my mother that I'm going to e-mail her the day's events, instead of calling her, b/c I called her last night, thinking I needed her and was going to get her to be my mother. She told me today that I just give her "crap" when she's always trying to "be there" for me. Bullshit.

Well, WW9 just broke out.

All this stress is getting me beyond worked up. I even asked dpuppy if he thinks I'm a bad person. He's a true gem. He said, "I doubt that!" He's so nice.

Right now, I'm hurting bad in my lower right side, and I'm scared of what the doctor's going to tell me. David's been through thick and thin with me through all this, and whenever I'm hurting, he's there to hold me until the real bad pain goes away, whenever I get sick, who's there to hold my hair back? David. Whenever I need a back rub, he does it without even asking. I love that man more than anything. He's done more for me, as has his family, than my own parents have bothered to even try. David's mother and I, for some reason, don't get along. She's taken to making nasty comments behind my back, but still, she came through for me with that co-pay today. The woman may not like me all that much, but she wanted to make sure she was there for me and her son, to make sure her son's girlfriend was taken care of. She's been there for me to talk to about my deceased kids, when my own mother turned me away, telling me, "You're dwelling on it."

Thanks for letting me rant. . .

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