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Today was an abnormally bad day. Yesterday was stressful. The thing about Kaiser that bothers me more than anything is them telling me over and over how they are culturally responsive while I am twisting in agony pleading for someone to send a signed fax to my HR department. It wasn’t that they didn’t send the fax, they did, but apparently the doctor’s seal which is a lot harder to forge is better than a signature one of the janitors could have put on. In the end, it got done. I can call on Tuesday to verify though. It is hard to fully express how difficult it was to remain composed dealing with the horrifying mess because I am currently not at pain levl ten and I am able to be how here listening to the crickets and the freeway. But if you need to know what it was like, there is a good example.

I will your foot ran over and then try to chase the person that did it. Your foot is broken, so this is going to hurt, however, I cannot help you until you can tell me what the make and model of the car was, the license plate number, who was driving it, and then I will give you some forms so I can quickly input it into my forms that I am required to do before I jump out of the office right as the clock hit six.

The good thing besides spending all weekend combing through a year of pain logs for my appointment I will post pone thinking about how my weekly pay check much shorter than it should of and after staring at it for at least an hour, I know I figured it out. The bad part of it, it will have been the first of the month and some important automatic drafts will most likely get annoyed which set me back even further.

But why complain things are great here. Granted I am having fun learning how to make hdr images at 9:30pm at night, which is made possible by a visit to the Urgent Care, which I avoid more than rabid bores when relativly ok. The nurse took pitty on me, first time I cried at the doctors office. Not mentioning that you do that, it is quite huliating. But I finally got pain medicine.

During the onset of the incident that started the 18th I called the pain management doctor, you know the whole, getting pain medication from too many doctors bothers for me. When he called me back, he told me that he was not seeing me for my back but my side. I had told him that my back, neck, and side all seemed to me to be related. Since the last never group he numbed was in my back right next to my spine, I thought he had agreed. I understand differentials better than anyone, but I am confused on why you would give an injection to someone to see if it works over the course of two day and give them a month between appointments.

While we are on the subject of the pain management, it turn out the nerve that hurts the most is the one in one that goes from my back, through my side, in my testicular, and down my leg. Even more strange, this is not the nerve suspected and is isn’t even on the list of nerves that were or will be blocked.

I know what I am suffering from. I know what needs to be done. I don’t have all the answers but I have somewhere to look. I personally think it is bull shit when I can desin a better course of treatment than these doctors, and I know that with one week in a hospital this can all be figured out and I would be back at work in 6 weeks.

The reality, buracracy must be serve and the world has Vincent Clark layed up on a couch.

I think that is the worst part. I can be fixed in a week, sedate me, give me a lap top, private room, internet access, capable doctors, and I will be as good as new.

That will never happen, because, it has never been like that before.