If you think my life has gotten any better since I last wrote, you are sadly mistaken.
Still dealing with the damned idjits at the Dallas VA, who only end up sending me to see yet another doctor who has no fucking clue about what's happened to me or what my medical history has been like (especially since losing my legs in a bomb blast after ten loyal years in the USMC).
Half of the doctors I see are foreigners; quite a few of them don't speak English (or at least the English I grew up speaking anyways). I'm ready to tell them to get the fuck outta my face and to go back where they came from! I want an AMERICAN doctor, one that speaks English and/or was born HERE!!
The crapheads are still saying that the pain I experience is "all in my head". O, REALLY?? Let them live as I do! Let them live without their goddamned legs and see where that gets them! My stumps HURT, especially when I accidentally whap them on the edge of the bed or the metal parts of my wheelchair (OW!) or when a piece of bone decides to pop out and then I end up back in hospital with a nasty infection that only IV antibiotics can take care of! My brain still thinks my legs are attached when they are no longer there!! No amount of pain meds will even touch the pain! NONE!
I have tried to get the VA docs to give me something than Demoral, Tylenol, or Motrin, but no dice. They just say I'm sniffin' after drugs and/or that I'm a druggie (that after seeing the track maks on both arms from repeated IV sticks or blood draws). No, they won't bother to even listen to my wishes.
I might as well be speaking Inuit to a bunch of Greeks!
I just wish someone could live as I do. Let them have other people do my bidding because I no longer can't. I can sit up in bed or in my chair, but after a few hours of this, my blood pressure decides to plummet and then I get dizzier than shit, and I have to lie down for the rest of the day. Seems I am usually in bed trying to keep from throwing up or having the room spins yet again (which only adds to the carnival ride effect; not a pleasant experience AT all)!
On Monday I am gonna do more calling on the phone. That is another thing I'm dealing with. Trying to find a goddamn human I can interact with instead of some insane, stupid recording!! I get nothing but the runaround; I am sick of having to keep punching in codes or numbers! Whatever happened to good ole manners or courtesy?? I think it flew out the window when technology took over!
If you ask me, technology can kiss my ass. It's nothing but a big waste of my time!!
THEN I come to find out that I might NOT get my VA check this coming month becuase the goddamn politicians can't make up their minds on things. If that is the case, then how in the fuck am I gonna pay my rent or get food in order to feed myself, let alone, get my pills? Do they want me to end up with a heart attack or put me into the grave?? I honestly think that is their sick agenda! I can't stand ANY of them (Republic OR Democrat), and the "president" (if I can call him that; he ain't MY "president"!) is the WORST of the WORST! He makes me want to vomit!
Well, I'm gonna lie down again. Blood pressure decided to take a nosedive; I'm getting sick to my stomach and the room is starting its spinning dance again. I'd better shut this off and lie down; I suddenly don't feel good ...
~To be continued.~