One of those days
Aug. 30th, 2008 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lordshipmayhemI have just read my friends' postings, and for the most part this week they're all happy-happy.
Thanks, friends, I desperately needed that.
The news from the 'Shwa isn't getting any better. This week, Dad casually mentions about needing to stick around for "the nurse's visit". The what? Is that for Margaret, just post-op of a hernia operation? No, Dad has another spot on his neck, right beside the last one, and (insert ominous music here) it's bleeding. As in, it is bleeding IN ADDITION TO the last spot. She's there to change the dressings every day on both spots. This is the worst possible indicator that things are progressing (the wrong way), and rather rapidly.
My stages of grief are pretty much stalled at the anger part right now. I find myself with less and less patience for even the mildest form of stupidity - and that's not like me, I usually snicker at silliness, now I've turned Marine Drill Sergeant. I have precious little sense of humour left.
I found it difficult to keep control over myself as I'm laying the law down on some poor Rogers ISP tech support drone on behalf of my client. I had to keep reminding myself he didn't have any control over the booking of field tech support (earliest he could get someone FOR A BUSINESS ACCOUNT was Wednesday of next week!!), but he was left in no doubt that I was beyond unhappy with the level of service provided by Ted Rogers' staff.. "If we're going to pay anyone for six weeks of NOT providing Internet service, it's going to be me," and "That support tech had better be out here by the rest of the day. If I don't have Internet service tomorrow morning at nine, we'll be switching to an ISP that is run competently."
Some asshat was smoking on the bus on the way home, giving me a headache and making me nauseous (I'm allergic to tobacco smoke). That really helped my mood... not. I'll let you fill in the details. Suffice it to say that the bus company's getting an earful, as well. (Did you know the bus driver WOULD NOT put the smoker off at the side of Highway 407? Something about endangering the smoker's life. If the smoker doesn't give a damn about his/her own life, as evidenced by their habit of puffing on coffin nails, why the hell should I? Or the bus driver, for that matter?)
And I find myself critical of oncologists who didn't order the kinds of tests I think they should have two, three years ago, that might have stopped the progress of Dad's disease before it became incurable. They waited until it was too late, THEN they did the full body scans. Suffice it to say, I'm convinced they crossed their fingers and hoped for the best, rationing out these rather expensive and extensive tests. Just another sign that Canada's medical system is well and royally fscked. Canada so desperately needs a Second Tier, where anyone who can pay can get timely access to tests and procedures that the First Tier of medical care can't provide, or at least not without a deadly months-long waiting list. When the first sign appeared three years ago, he had to bully his way into getting seen by a dermatological oncologist within six weeks, when he needed to be seen that afternoon. They wanted him to wait nine months for an appointment - if he had waited, I'm convinced he wouldn't be here today.
Thanks, friends, I desperately needed that.
The news from the 'Shwa isn't getting any better. This week, Dad casually mentions about needing to stick around for "the nurse's visit". The what? Is that for Margaret, just post-op of a hernia operation? No, Dad has another spot on his neck, right beside the last one, and (insert ominous music here) it's bleeding. As in, it is bleeding IN ADDITION TO the last spot. She's there to change the dressings every day on both spots. This is the worst possible indicator that things are progressing (the wrong way), and rather rapidly.
My stages of grief are pretty much stalled at the anger part right now. I find myself with less and less patience for even the mildest form of stupidity - and that's not like me, I usually snicker at silliness, now I've turned Marine Drill Sergeant. I have precious little sense of humour left.
I found it difficult to keep control over myself as I'm laying the law down on some poor Rogers ISP tech support drone on behalf of my client. I had to keep reminding myself he didn't have any control over the booking of field tech support (earliest he could get someone FOR A BUSINESS ACCOUNT was Wednesday of next week!!), but he was left in no doubt that I was beyond unhappy with the level of service provided by Ted Rogers' staff.. "If we're going to pay anyone for six weeks of NOT providing Internet service, it's going to be me," and "That support tech had better be out here by the rest of the day. If I don't have Internet service tomorrow morning at nine, we'll be switching to an ISP that is run competently."
Some asshat was smoking on the bus on the way home, giving me a headache and making me nauseous (I'm allergic to tobacco smoke). That really helped my mood... not. I'll let you fill in the details. Suffice it to say that the bus company's getting an earful, as well. (Did you know the bus driver WOULD NOT put the smoker off at the side of Highway 407? Something about endangering the smoker's life. If the smoker doesn't give a damn about his/her own life, as evidenced by their habit of puffing on coffin nails, why the hell should I? Or the bus driver, for that matter?)
And I find myself critical of oncologists who didn't order the kinds of tests I think they should have two, three years ago, that might have stopped the progress of Dad's disease before it became incurable. They waited until it was too late, THEN they did the full body scans. Suffice it to say, I'm convinced they crossed their fingers and hoped for the best, rationing out these rather expensive and extensive tests. Just another sign that Canada's medical system is well and royally fscked. Canada so desperately needs a Second Tier, where anyone who can pay can get timely access to tests and procedures that the First Tier of medical care can't provide, or at least not without a deadly months-long waiting list. When the first sign appeared three years ago, he had to bully his way into getting seen by a dermatological oncologist within six weeks, when he needed to be seen that afternoon. They wanted him to wait nine months for an appointment - if he had waited, I'm convinced he wouldn't be here today.
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Date: 2008-08-31 04:08 pm (UTC)I completely understand your frustration. Good luck with your Dad. I know how serious, scary that can be. Believe me, they scared me plenty good with mine and your dad's sounds way scarier. I'm keeping your family in my prayers. Hopefully, good news will be headed your way soon!
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Date: 2008-08-31 06:45 pm (UTC)I appreciate your thoughts and hope for some good news.
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Date: 2008-09-01 07:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-09-01 08:06 pm (UTC)