PEEVED!!!!! Beyond Belief!

What a friggin' day!   I set my alarm for 645am because our first appointment for the day was at 8am.  I should've just stayed in bed!  

We went to the oncologists office and waited to see him for over an hour just to be charged $224 for him to tell us he had to make more tests. A PET scan and another biopsy, because "the tumor is 'highly suspicious of cancer' ", then fill out paperwork.  What!!!!!!  We already knew this!   We actually only spoke to the doctor for about five whole minutes.  Thanks for your time, here have some of our hard earned money we're literally dying to give you!  

So, next Tuesday we get the PET scan, then we have to call the doctor on Thursday (a whole 'nuther week away) to find out what that test means and make another appointment in another week to see him, to set up a plan of action!  By the time they finally figure out and decide it's fuckin' cancer my Joe is gonna be two weeks in the grave and they're gonna say, OH well, we had to be sure!!!!!!!! GAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

But, all anyone says is "it's highly suspicious to be cancer".  No one actually says, "this is cancer" - no one has a plan of action.  no one has any friggin’ clue what to do.  Everyone just asks joe over and over and over again, "How are you feelin' today?"  "How is your mood?"  How the hell do you think he's feeling?  How would your mood be if you had a lung full of shit??????

Then when we get home, the cable is out again, and the phone keeps dropping out again.  So, I’ve finally have had enough of this shit.  so I call BrightHouse expecting nothing out of these nimrods.  but miracle of miracles, they're actually going to do what I want them to do today!...we'll actually have to see if they hold to that promise.  

Then we check the mail to see if our bank card that's going to allow to access the credited money that was stolen from us a while back when our acct was hacked is in the mail.   Of course, despite the fact that the bank said it would be here within seven days,  it is not.  so I've got $400 sitting in the bank that I freakin’ need, man, that I cannot touch for over two weeks.  I get on the phone and I'm talking to someone in India, of all places, cuz there's, of course, no customer service done in the US anymore, and he starts talking to me like I'm some inbred idiot!  Nothin' ticks me off more than being talked down to.  The top of my head started feeling like it was going to blow off!  I swear if I could've fit I'd've gone through that telephone line and throttled that idiot!  

I finally figured out that he was telling me to go to the SVC Manager at the store, get a service check, call back with the card number, get transfer numbers for the check and they would cash it right there at the CSD office in WalMart!  OMG - why the hell didn't they tell me this last week when the credit to my account was made instead of making me wait all this time for a card that isn’t even coming!

"Well, I don't know ma'am, it isn't our policy to...blah blah blah blah blah......" and on and on and on it goes.  

Then when I finally get everything I need in place to do this I get on the phone with another person, who is of course, from India again, and barely understandable, as per usual.  She and I have a VERY difficult time coming to any form of understanding.  I finally get that I have to use my old card number to access another section of the same phone program that she and I are using in order to get the information I need to fill out the check properly.   Humans do not have the authority to access account information for other humans.  Amazing, just amazing.  

All this while, Joe is walking around w/me, having taken his pain meds about an hour before leaving, he is beginning to wear down.  I can hear him start to breath heavier, he's sweating, his color is fading, he's holding his chest, he looks exhausted suddenly.  I ask him if he's okay and he says,

"It's only been 3.5hrs since I took the meds and they're already wearing off."  

It's all because he's been so physically active since he took them.  He's gonna have to wait another 4hrs before he can take another hit, and there's gonna be alot of pain before then.  Ya see, I stress and I get angry and get a headache, maybe have a seizure.  HE stresses and he gets crippling pain, he can't breathe, and he could pass out and end up in the hospital again.   I’ve got to finish this crap up and get him home so he can lie down and relax so the pain level lowers.  

Finally, finally, finally, we’re all done and we’ve gotten home.  Joe’s lying down, watching a movie and we’re still waiting for the Cable Guy.  It’s almost 3pm and I’ve about decided that it’s not gonna happen after all.  Why should it, nothing else is going easy today.  But, I look out the front window and low and behold it’s a damn BrightHouse truck sittin’ out there - HOLY FRIGGIN’ CRAP!!!!!!!  The guy came in puttered around the house, visited with us, laughed with ‘Lena when she started talking with him and asking all kinds of 2yr old questions and making knowledgeable 2yr old statements.  He replaced the modem, fixed our television in the livingroom, reset Joe’s computer, double checked the telephone and made sure everything worked.  He said,

“Well, ma’am, you’re all set and everything should work just fine.  Any other problems just give us a call, we’ll be right out.”  

And I started to cry.  Right there on my damn doorstep I started crying while I was thanking him for his time.  He swore up and down it wasn’t that big of a deal, but I had to explain that he was the only person all day that had done exactly what he’d promised to do.  That it had been a really long and rough day for me, in a series of really long and rough days.  I thanked him again, and gave this tall, skinny 22yr old kid  a quick hug and ran into the house.  

Thankfully, the day is almost over and I can close my eyes on another stressful day!

Mec

05172012