As you all know, I have been bitching about various medical conditions that have been plaguing me since… I don’t know. They’ve been with me so long, it feels like forever. I have been suffering from swollen feet for long enough that they’ve stopped swelling up to the size of small loaves of bread. They just occasionally get puffy at night.
The issue that dare not speak its name continues to be an issue. But fine. I’ve even learned to live with that.
The thing that still annoys me, though, is that I can’t breathe. Still. I can’t breathe during the day. I’m pretty sure I’m regularly not breathing at night. And, even when I’m awake, if I’m tired, I make noises like I’m snoring. Also, I sometimes fall asleep right after lunch.
Though, in all honesty, even that’s improved somewhat in that I’m not automatically falling asleep right after lunch, but just growing so tired that I daydream about sleeping.
Anyway, back in June, I knew this whole breathing thing was an issue I needed to have taken care of, because it was totally out of hand.
Well, I had to switch doctors, because my previous doctor was kind of a stupid ass and his approach to the things that were wrong with me is my approach to the things that are wrong with me, which is, let’s see if we can wait them out.
And then my insurance was fucked up, so I couldn’t get that straightened out until I got back from Boston.
So, I get back from Boston, I get my insurance straightened out, and I call to make an appointment with the new doctor I’ve been assigned to. This is in mid-July. My choices for when I can come in are immediately, which I could not do, in early September, when I’m in Canada, or October 1st.
I know there are lots of good reasons why socialized medicine is not the panacea I imagine it to be. But if I hear one more person talking about how we’ll all be waiting months to do things like go to the doctor, I will punch that person.
Granted, it won’t hurt them, because I’ll probably fall asleep mid-swing, but it’s the thought that counts, right?