Punching up the Stress-O-Meter

OK, there are entirely too many stressors in my life right now.  I wish to log a  complaint.

There is something terribly wrong when people who try to be patient and wait for the system to work are basically screwed, while those who scream and shout get immediate service.  That is not how it is supposed to be.

On the 1st of May, the hip specialist gave a list of instructions to be followed up in order to confirm his diagnosis and to decide upon the best treatment.  First on the list was getting me off my hip and onto the crutches.  The rest included all necessary tests.  I went to my family doctor to get referrals for all the tests.  On May 2nd her office sent in a referral for an MRI.  She wrote URGENT across the top – I saw her.  They told me there was a long waiting list and I should be patient and it could take a few weeks to get an appointment.

In the meantime I had the bone scan and SPECT, and started seeing a hematologist (who sent me for lots of other tests) to determine if I have a clotting problem.   Every few weeks I checked in with my doctor’s office to ask why I hadn’t yet gotten an MRI appointment.  The answer was usually a shrug.  That’s the way it is.

Yesterday I decided I had had it.  I went to the doc’s office and demanded the referral and a phone number so I could call the folks responsible for the MRI  myself.  I called.  They wanted to know when the referral had been sent.  I told them.  To what number?  I told them.  They weren’t sure who had received the referral and what the status was, and suggested maybe I should resend it.  At that point I may have raised my voice a little – or more than a little – and told them all the reasons I should not have to wait any more for them to get it together.  That three months and a bit was quite enough time.  Silence.  Then the woman asked me if I could come to a hospital in another city.  I said wherever she said.  She said, ok, I can give you an appointment for tomorrow.

I almost dropped the phone.  So that’s what it took??  Some yelling?

Never mind that the thing is scheduled for 3:30am in a city an hour’s drive away.  The point is I’m finally going.

After having accomplished this feat, partner & I started running around to do errands.  And then the  car decided to start smoking.  Under the hood.  Great clouds.  We stopped and had the oil and water checked, everything was fine.  And the little temperature gauge showed normal.  But the smell of something burning was awful, and the smoke continued.  So we parked the car – it was late enough that all the garages were closing for the weekend.  Can’t do a thing about it until next week.  When, I have no idea.  Now we’re running around with taxis.

I’m going to have to take a taxi to and from the hospital, too.  Not a small expense.  And hope to get back home in time to catch the driver for work.

(And also hope to remain awake and efficient at work.)

In the meantime, I’m trying to get ready to move.  Throwing away ten years of accumulated junk.  Bringing an electrician to the new flat to find out there is a lot of work needed there.  Reviewing the nine-page contract my new landlord-to-be mailed to me to read over.  (Yes, nine pages.  Stating in great detail how I get to pay for everything and he doesn’t have to…)  We’re meeting this week to sign, but there are some points still to be worked out.  I’ve got movers coming to give me estimates for packing and moving.

All of which explains why I haven’t been knitting or blogging much.  Which definitely adds to the stress level….

I need to escape for just a bit.  And laugh.  How about a game of patty-cake?


2 Responses to “Punching up the Stress-O-Meter”

  1. Courtney Says:

    Oof. I’m sorry, Chana. I’m glad you’re finally getting your MRI. I can’t imagine a nine page lease! Yikes.

  2. Roberta Says:

    Thinking of you as always – hope the results will be encouraging

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