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I know, I fail at staying communicative. I also fail at writing for more than five minutes at a stretch, finishing anything I write, and standing up without injuring myself. *nod*
About two weeks ago, I slipped on a very fine coating of ice that happened to lay itself on our steps, walkway and driveway. Sadly, when I slipped, I was at the top of our front stairs. Four of them. Concrete. You can guess where this is going.
Hint? Appropriate icon is appropriate.
I bounced on my ass, down all four stairs. At first, I thought I had just bruised myself, but as time has gone on, and the pain has continued, I'm beginning to think I've broken my ass. Well, my tailbone, at least. The idiot doctor at Pt 1st(which I foolishly thought would be faster and easier than the hospital) told me that he couldn't see anything on the xray. He also got pissy with me for already being on meds, like I was a druggie, and acted like I was a moron for not coming to see them right away. Bitch, please. I've got work AND, I've got Fibro/spinal issues, which means that things hurt. If I went to the ER every time something hurt? I would literally never leave. Falls mean flares, means ow. This is not normal ow.
I hate the medical profession.
Anyhow, I see an ortho on the 25th, if I can't find someone who can see me sooner. Baltimore orthos all seem to have the phone systems of death. I call, and I get voice mail. No human, just voice mail with a promise that they'll 'call back.' Cause yeah, I can totally do that while I'm at work, on the phone in a call center. That'll work just great.
Assholes.
*sigh* Anyhow, I am currently a whiny, pissy pile of butthurt. Just thought you should all know.
About two weeks ago, I slipped on a very fine coating of ice that happened to lay itself on our steps, walkway and driveway. Sadly, when I slipped, I was at the top of our front stairs. Four of them. Concrete. You can guess where this is going.
Hint? Appropriate icon is appropriate.
I bounced on my ass, down all four stairs. At first, I thought I had just bruised myself, but as time has gone on, and the pain has continued, I'm beginning to think I've broken my ass. Well, my tailbone, at least. The idiot doctor at Pt 1st(which I foolishly thought would be faster and easier than the hospital) told me that he couldn't see anything on the xray. He also got pissy with me for already being on meds, like I was a druggie, and acted like I was a moron for not coming to see them right away. Bitch, please. I've got work AND, I've got Fibro/spinal issues, which means that things hurt. If I went to the ER every time something hurt? I would literally never leave. Falls mean flares, means ow. This is not normal ow.
I hate the medical profession.
Anyhow, I see an ortho on the 25th, if I can't find someone who can see me sooner. Baltimore orthos all seem to have the phone systems of death. I call, and I get voice mail. No human, just voice mail with a promise that they'll 'call back.' Cause yeah, I can totally do that while I'm at work, on the phone in a call center. That'll work just great.
Assholes.
*sigh* Anyhow, I am currently a whiny, pissy pile of butthurt. Just thought you should all know.
