I mentioned halfassedly yesterday that I would be visiting the VA clinic to have a fasting blood panel done to gage my A1C level (diabetes) to see where that all stands. I could get into my trypanophobia and how it really blows being a diabetic, but I have come to accept the overabundant amount of needles in my life so blood work and insulin injections are easier for me to accommodate these days. This part of my visit remained very clinical and well executed. Other than having to be stabbed twice, that appointment went alright.
Scheduled directly afterwards was an appointment with the orthopedic clinic to follow up with my issues I am having with my almost 7 year old knee replacement. As a recap, my initial visit was a disaster because in the doctor’s opinion it shouldn’t have been replaced due my age and higher activity level. I was lectured with an “I told you speech” eventhough it was done in the civilian sector. Anyway, I felt 4 years old while he handed my lollipop, swatted me on my ass, and sent me on my way for being a bad, bad boy. I was so pissed and frustrated that I filed 2 complaints, one to the VA, and one to my congressman. How was the appointment? Short and sweet. There was a no touch examination which resulted into a referral to finally see an orthopedic surgeon, after new xrays and MRIs of course. I have been officially handed off to the next provider, bit I feel discarded at the same time. The drama continues next week.
Let me tell y’all what keeps my head above water. Other than being very patient, I have people to talk with who have personal experience with the VA “system”. Last night I was reminded (thanks Rexi) that the goal of the VA is to wear you down so you give up. It just reenforced my own reasons for not EVER giving up. Plus, I have way to much time and energy invested into getting my knee operational once again. Let’s not forget I started this little adventure back in the spring of 1990 when I initially broke my knee. Maybe I need to write about that one day.
Anyway, for those playing at home, the score is now tied, VA – 1, Me – 1. Don’t worry, as I continue this bizarre journey, I will continue to update y’all. Until then, remember to eat it everyday because everything else just bites!
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Why doesn’t this surprise me one bit? Wonder why … oh, I was there!!!
Hang in there dear friend!! This is your new war!! And you will be victorious!! …. all you need is that resolve!! Troop on, soldier!! Arrgghh ….
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Fuck, you shouldn’t have been replaced because of your age but your were!! So, now, VA system …. deal with it and take care of this veteran!! FUCK …. that is your freaking job, Doctor … that’s what you are paid for!! Take care of this shit!
Arrrrggghhhh ….. brings back so many memories!! I feel the anger rise in me!!
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Margaritas always help me keep the peace. Plus, eventhough I look good in orange I probably wouldn’t wear prison orange all that good.
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BTW .. love the graphic. Can I steal it?
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What’s mine is yours!
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Got it. TY!!
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Keep those complaints coming!! The squeaky wheel gets the oil!!
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Squeak, squeak……….squeak
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Don’t you EVER stop squeaking!!! Seriously ….
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Sadly, I make all kinds of noises at my age
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Those noises are going to be very much needed!!
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I was taught farting in public was rude…..lol
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I will be waiting for those updates!! Arrrggghhhh …. 😦
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Every vet I know who’s gone through the VA system says what a nightmare it is. Good for you for being tenacious, filing those previous complaints, and not giving up. That WTF chart says it all. Wishing you the best when you see that orthopedic surgeon.
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