Thursday, July 14, 2005
Lizard Gizzards
Two doctors drove 5 needles into me today and couldn't hit a vein. Out of a sense of guilt, compassion, whatever, they decided to renew my diet pill prescription one more month, hoping that when I'm thinner they can find a vein easier. The little Indian Doctor said, "You are losing this weight to chase women, yes?" I said "Mostly." He said, "If you need Viagra, you tell me." I started laughing. "If I need it I'll ask, Doctor. Thank you." Wonder if I can dump 30 pounds this month? 
Wow. Been way too long since I got out the hand lotion and blogged! How y'all been? Things are lookin' good here, overall.
My Dad unexpectedly (as in, them hospital weenies didn't tell us ahead of time) got shipped 150 miles away to a hospital near St. Augustine, FL. Why? Their hyperbaric chamber, of course. Now, do they have one down here? Why, yes they do. However, the doctor who purchased it for his private practice let himself be "bought" by the same hospital my Dad was in. For some asinine reason, that hospital cannot bill Medicare directly for treatment, therefore, they can't treat older patients like Dad. So instead there's enormous fees for him to be driven 150 miles, getting a whole new crew of medical personnel familiar with him, plenty of expensive phone calls back and forth. Policies are costing thousands of unnecessary dollars in this case.
I had to go back to the doctor, too. They wanted to evaluate me, do bloodwork, etc. Well, we all were happy with my 25 pound weight loss, actually 26 (28, but there was the Sonic Mini Banana Split Episode).
We got to the bloodletting. Therein lies the problem. It seems I inherited, mostly from Dad, very thick skin. The veins are very round, so they "roll" under the skin, and you can't see them. I'd make an awful needle junkie.
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