Surgeons and Partials and Pills, Oh My!

Did you ever notice that there are times when everything comes together at once? Well, Tuesday turned out to be one of those days indeed. Okay, maybe it’s not exactly a day I’d want to call the local newspaper about but it certainly wasn’t bad.

First the mail arrives with a letter from the Boston VA Surgery Clinic letting me know of  an upcoming appointment with (I believe) my surgeon. You know, the one who who felt “uncomfortable” in performing my [badly needed] surgery at the last minute because my blood sugar was too high? Yeah…that one. Looks like I’ll be headed down on Febuary 3rd to see if she wants to give it another shot but this time I’m not taking no for an answer, sugar or no. Seems to me that diabetics who are a lot worse off than myself get surgery all the time so why not yours truly?

I wonder if she’d take offense at being put into a head lock? We’ll see…

…maybe.

Then comes a phone call in the afternoon from the Island Pond Dental Clinic. This is the clinic who performed all my previous VA authorized dental work (i.e: free of charge) in preparation for fitting me with a partial but had to stop short of the actual fitting for lack of any further authorization from the VA. So here I sit since July of 2008 with a bunch of holes in my face.

This irked me to no end since it was the VA in the first place who kept yodeling about the fact that I absolutely had to be able to chew my food thoroughly and I needed the chompers to do so. That I had such a severe case of GERD it was entirely possible that my inner plumbing could fall out my bottom at any given moment so I needed a full set of teeth, dammit(!), they said, but then failed to authorize any. My federal taxes hard at work is it?

So it looks like I’ll be able to chew my food at last sometime in the not too far future and I’ll give full credit to my new Primary Care Physician (PCP) for making this happen, a rare thing indeed for me. And she being a career Physicians Assistant not an MD. The difference being, unlike my previous PCP, she’s assigned full time to the VA medical center instead of being a transient “resident in training” who typically have their minds on their future rather than on the vet  in front of them at the time. Enough said about that I think.

And soon eating dinner isn’t going to take forever–I can’t wait.

And finally the pain killers arrived yesterday which means my week of feeling like I’m being drawn and quatered (and taking their damn time about it too) is at an end. I’m glad I gave my body a break but I have to admit that it was one hell of a surprise when I realized how bad things have become in the last couple of months. I’m not saying that so people can feel bad for me, I’m just saying it to get it off my chest (ain’t having a personal blog wonderful though?).

And for all the what the last week had to bring as far as discomfort is concerned I’ll probably grit my teeth and do the same thing next month.

I have this thing for self abuse you know.

Wonder what today will bring?