Jo's Cafe

As I mentioned before, I have a problem with my gall bladder. I have been through a sonogram (results were: no stones) and a HIDA scan. The results of the HIDA scan came back with a “non-functioning gall bladder”. It’s only working about 5%. BUT, the doctor doesn’t want to take it out until I’ve had a CAT Scan. He wants to make 100% sure that it’s my gall bladder (does non-functioning, me being in pain 24/7 not tell you something you idiot doctor?)

The worst part was dealing with this doctor’s Officer Manger — the word Bitch comes to mind here. The girl at the window told me that Tricare Prime would not pay the co-pay, and I questioned that because they’d BEEN paying my co-pays. So I get hauled back into the Office Manager’s office and get an “explination” about why Tricare won’t pay my deductible. Excuse me? I asked about the co-pay, no one said anything about the deductible. Then she went on to tell me that “no surgery will be scheduled until you pay the deductible, and there will be a $30 co-pay for today’s visit.” “Can you give us a check today?” Well yes, I can give you a check but we don’t even know if the doctor is going to do surgery yet — DUH! I hadn’t even seen the doctor yet and I’m getting hounded like a dog for the deductible. After I assured her that she didn’t have to worry about any deductible and I was going to be able to pay the co-pay, I was sent back out in the lobby.

Next time I’m taking the Big Guy with me . NOBODY runs ruff shod over my husband – period, end of discussion.

After I left there, I sat in the car and cried for about 20 minutes. I’m so damn sick of being in pain with this gall bladder, and now I have to wait AGAIN – for how many weeks I don’t know. (It is scheduled for next Friday the 21st and I have to get blood work again because of the Diabetes and drink some shit before hand).

And then there is the pressure of having a co-worker going out to have a baby soon, and it would be ‘hard on the other two on my team to have us both out at the same time.” Well first of all – I’m not going out to have any damn baby – and the most I’ll be gone is a week at the most. I think they can damn well make it through for a week without the two of us there. The damn building won’t be falling down.

On top of it all, I ate my lunch late in the afternoon and I was so stressed I ate too many low carb snacks, and my BG was up this evening. Comfort food isn’t going to work for me, as I can’t frelling have any. To help counteract the stress, I took another 4 mgs of my meds – I know I know – I’m not suppose to without doctor’s orders, but with the undue stress I’ve been under, I need to get the levels down.

I’m hoping that after the gall bladder situation is cleared up, I can get on the second meds with the gluphage in it to help get the BG’s down. But I can’t be on it when I have the surgery or go through the CATSCan.

Right now I want to dig into a bag of potato chips and dip and just drown my ills.