And on and on it goes…the thing that goes click…Part III

Does it get any better than having a doctor, a specialist in the field of bones and such, say he is befuddled/worried/unsure what to do about your flesh and blood child’s skeletal/ligamentous affliction? Better, as in sarcastic better. Better, as in holy fuck. It doesn’t make me feel good about my daughter’s condition and that’s a BIG WORRY, especially since she is now exhibiting the same symptoms on her right-hand/dominant side. That’s the news today. Dr. Bones is sending Julie to Dr. “Hand” Bones. First of all, I give him credit for his unspoken “what the fuck” from the standpoint that he is/was willing to admit his limitations. That shows a lot less arrogance and a lot more ‘nads than I have experienced with MOST doctors, omnipotent and faultless as they usually would like one to believe. So, we are visiting a hand specialist “whenever the referral is made and the appointment is scheduled,” and said specialist is local…in my little town. No more wasting gas to drive to Merrillville Hell. The other really good thing is, I never have to look at his nurse with the stick up her ass again, the one who accosted me with misinformation when I tried to schedule Julie’s followup. She REALLY does have a personality disorder and I am not sure what the technical/medical speak diagnosis might be, but it manifests itself by contorting the face, giving patients (and their parents and family members) less than polite answers, and generally being an uptight, completely white-haired, obese, old biddy who looks like she just stepped off the set of “Snapped.” I could deal with her “snappish” appearance. I had a great deal of trouble with her extreme lack of anything resembling class. So, Jewels is now wearing 2 braces, one for each of her little arms, and we are no closer to a diagnosis and treatment than we were the first time I laid eyes on the “harpy” nurse.

Rant #2: I paid my sewer bill today, the bill I will never understand, but I pay it because otherwise the water department and Chesterton Utilities “whisper amongst themselves” and would shut off my water. I did get a small amount of pleasure by leaving the bill at home on purpose, knowing full well that the witch behind the desk would give me one of those over-her-glasses looks of exasperation. And she did. And that made it even more fun. I usually silently celebrate the fact that I was able to piss her off. Today, however, I informed her that the oversight was intentional and that “I had missed her looking at me like I just crawled out of a dumpster and, hence, am beneath Her Ms. Sewerness.” Her face turned red and contorted, but she sat her fat ass down at her computer, looked up my account, took my money, and handed me a receipt. I think I know a few reasons why she might be unhappy. Her Miss Piggy feet probably hurt in those clogs she insists on wearing, that lime green sweater combo that was 4 sizes too small probably pinches some of her important stuff, and I already know those camel-toe capris probably have to be peeled off her crotch when she goes home at night. I have never NOT seen her in that same pair of pants and shoes. I have also never not seen her in a bad mood. I happen to like Dale Carnegie and would be hard pressed to share anything with Ms. Sewerness, but she is a candidate for the next class in “winning friends and influencing people” and could use a class in “dressing for success.” My day took a decided turn for the better when she handed me my receipt and was wincing while she did it.

WW

BREATHE…

Another mellow tune that I absolutely love to listen to when I am feeling less than energetic. Anna Nalick is really quite a remarkable talent.

Things That Go Click, Part II

We will be headed to Dr. Bones tomorrow a.m. and I will have the final word on Julie’s scheduled surgery. I, however, thought it might be interesting to post a picture of the bony part of her injury. I cannot read an MRI, but I know things about bones…so to speak. There is a lack of contact between the ulna and the bones of the hand. Not very pretty….if you click on the picture, there is a better view of at least the bony issue.

Poor baby. I am a bit worried.

WW.