Thursday, a day that will go down in infamy!

Perhaps a wee bit too much descriptive wise, and than again, not really…Are you all ready to hear how our day really went?
Nay, you say, well too bad you are already my captive audience, right? Sure you are…and so ready or not, here I go…
And I must tell you that what I am about to say is all true…but slightly enhanced for poetic licensing, okay?

Remember Hubby’s last night gigantic smile?
Well, shortly after that photo op he gagged and had to remove those new objectionable features of not so artful appliances of facsimiles of the real thingies!
His mouth was full of that ruby gold liquid and not a Vampire or Vampira in sight, oh no, not a one!

The pain was not that bad, but the fit was horrendous.
In stead of tightening as he had been told verbally and also on the paperwork that they would they were so loose he could invite the neighborhood into his mouth!

Now on those worry wart phone calls back and forth I had made while his procedure was underway the tech told me that he should not take them out since the pressure worked as if a band aide, which sounded logical to me.
And so with all that Hubby was going through I told him to put them back in, and he said the doctor said that he could take them out and use the gauze instead with his mouth close to work to do the same thing. And so we called to see what the doctor thought and she called back and of course Hubby was correct and she added if the bleeding doesn’t let up use warm tea bags between his gums, huh?
Thankfully, we never had to try it.

He had been given anti-biotics and pain meds and had to also get more gauze than what they gave to him. And he was taking it all, but with that he was cold even with it all and so I almost gave him some non-aspirin pain reliever, but than I was concerned with all his other meds, so we opted for those slipper socks that they give you in the hospital and a blanket, and it worked!
In order to sleep without ending up in a pool of that ruby gold fluid we decided to use a new, of course, plastic garbage bag with a clean white towel over it for a more comfy washable surface and protection for the pillow under it all. And it was a good thing, what Hubby thought was only two spots of you know what was more like a splattering or fire storm of it…gosh and he wasn’t even dizzy!
Once awake I soaked the towel in cold water and Chlorox two and did a small cold wash in the machine and all was well again, like it never ever happened.
Unfortunately, his new denture saga is going to go on…since today when he went back to get them to check the fit, with them in a paper towel and Ziploc baggie, the Doc said to Hubby that they made them all wrong and now he has to start all over without teeth for the next week, although they did give him the ill fitting top ones to, we have no idea what for since when he puts them in his upper lip bulges out and so he is now toothless and denture-less for the next eight days, until next Friday! The molds start again Tuesday…boo hoo I cry for you my Hubby!


Moving on…
And my last couple of days has been very frustrating, nah maddening too.
I called in three of my prescriptions, my Baclofen and my blood pressure and cholesterol medication, and told the pharmacist that the two from the regular doctor’s office at the Health Department had no refills left and that she would have to fax them as usual, no problem, the Baclofen is from my neurologist which has plenty of refills always.
And so today I get a phone call saying that since I did not show up for my appointment yesterday that they would not refill my blood pressure or cholesterol medications, huh?

That appointment was canceled since they fit me in on the tenth! And I did not need to see the doctor since he called me back with the results and said that too!

Well, with the holiday weekend I was justifiably concerned and panicky and so I let them know that they goofed, not me and that I needed those medications to not have any bad health ramifications!
Actually what I said, in anger mind you, is that if I have a stroke and end up in the hospital that they would get the bill!
Not nice of me, but I was very, very angry and in my mind rightfully so!
Any-who, the fellow Chris a RN at the department of ‘we will help you if you scream loud enough’ called back and said that he took care of it and called my pharmacy and that it was all taken care of, whew!
But short lived, you see the pharmacy when I called them back to verify and ask them to use their free delivery service due to Hubby’s ills and me no longer driving and I gave them my card over the phone, to the pharmacist.
Pinki said that he did not give me any refills, just the one month supply!
And so, I guess you all know what I did… I will tell you just to make sure, yep, I called them back, that dear sweet Chris RN fellow, and got his voice mail… and yelled into it asking if he was playing games or what, since he didn’t really, did he?
What he calmly explained to me, and I do have more respect for him now is that as a RN he was not authorized to give me the refills only to give me enough to get through the holiday, but he made them a months’ worth until he checked with my doctor on Tuesday. Okay I said…and again wished him a good day and a happy holiday weekend and suggested to have a class on teaching bedside manner and another on proper ways to communicate with patients. That we are not all dumb as they treat us…more than they realize that we do want to know what is going on specifically in reference to what’s what on our own medical issues.

In the end Hubby is doing unusually well, mouth healing wise, and my medication was delivered.
And so, I hate being so angry with these things but I also hate my circumstances that makes some feel that I am a second class citizen with them having a right to mistreat us, hmm?
We, the nouveau poor are just as worthy of being treated with dignity as anyone else, and all that I was trying to do was make them realize that I did not make THAT mistake that they did! Recap: That THEY should have cancelled that appointment since THEY fit me in earlier, and than the medicine issue would have been handled appropriately and no problem would have occurred!

On that note of standing up for yourself, even when you cannot really stand, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and ask you to kindly count all your blessings and share your overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?