So it turns out, I'm not dead and I might even have 3 or 4 more good years in me, if I'm lucky - if I'm not, I'll live to be 104.
I was diagnosed (nearly 5 days later than expected) with a "Benign Premature Ventricular Complex", or in medical terms, "my heart was all fucked up and shit, but it ain't gon' kill a nigga."
They took blood too and so far, it came back a-ok, but it'll be a few days till my thyroid results come in - after that, I have an official clean bill of health and they'll chalk it up to stress or moonrays or something else. The bill from all the shit probably won't do my stress level much good though.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
The Waiting Game
I'm currently in the process of applying for a government training grant to go back to school for (something not sure yet what) and I'm working through Work One (the unemployment office) to get this done.
After my initial meeting, which including an honest to god TEST that a well-rounded 5th grader could have passed, I went and talked with a woman in the back office. She informs me that I'll need my layoff letter from the company and some other stuff to get the ball rolling. I come back a few days later with the paperwork, and she's busy so I get introduced to Niki, the case manager.
Niki is not busy, so she decides to speed things up for me - BUT WAIT! My layoff letter includes the WORD "termination" (I was not terminated) so I have to track down my old HR rep. from BBH and have HER talk to Niki. 6 FUCKING DAYS later I finally get a response from my HR rep (who is an angel BTW) but not a peep from Niki. I go in to see Niki today, the only day she's in the Plymouth office, and she's not in because of the storm. Great. So the other woman in the office sends her an email hoping to get a response, and I'm still waiting.
Waiting is the theme behind this terribly written short story.
As an aside, never EVER go to the Unemployment office. Beg, steal, sell your body - whatever you have to do to make ends meet, just DON'T GO THERE.
Round 2 of waiting.
Wednesday morning, I awoke to the soothing sounds of the snowscraper guy outside the window. I let a very reasonable amount of time pass and got fed up and went out to deal with him. I talked to him for about a minute, in which time he was a total fuck and refused to do his work quickly like everyone else, and I left. Unrelated to this constant bullshit or not, I then developed a heart arrhythmia - Happy days.
I didn't really notice it till later in the day thinking it was just a nervous tick, which I'm prone to, but I took my pulse, and sure enough my heart isn't firing 100%. We jet off to urgent care around 7pm only to find that their one ECG machine is down and I'll have to go to the ER. Knowing the ER blows, I refuse and ask to be checked out there ($56 to be seen by Dr, $hundreds at the ER) and end up going to the ECG the next day (yesterday).
Results of this EXTREMELY IMPORTANT HOLY SHIT MY HEART MIGHT EXPLODE test that I was supposed to get the result of within 2 hours? Still fucking waiting.
No hurry guys - take your fucking time.
After my initial meeting, which including an honest to god TEST that a well-rounded 5th grader could have passed, I went and talked with a woman in the back office. She informs me that I'll need my layoff letter from the company and some other stuff to get the ball rolling. I come back a few days later with the paperwork, and she's busy so I get introduced to Niki, the case manager.
Niki is not busy, so she decides to speed things up for me - BUT WAIT! My layoff letter includes the WORD "termination" (I was not terminated) so I have to track down my old HR rep. from BBH and have HER talk to Niki. 6 FUCKING DAYS later I finally get a response from my HR rep (who is an angel BTW) but not a peep from Niki. I go in to see Niki today, the only day she's in the Plymouth office, and she's not in because of the storm. Great. So the other woman in the office sends her an email hoping to get a response, and I'm still waiting.
Waiting is the theme behind this terribly written short story.
As an aside, never EVER go to the Unemployment office. Beg, steal, sell your body - whatever you have to do to make ends meet, just DON'T GO THERE.
Round 2 of waiting.
Wednesday morning, I awoke to the soothing sounds of the snowscraper guy outside the window. I let a very reasonable amount of time pass and got fed up and went out to deal with him. I talked to him for about a minute, in which time he was a total fuck and refused to do his work quickly like everyone else, and I left. Unrelated to this constant bullshit or not, I then developed a heart arrhythmia - Happy days.
I didn't really notice it till later in the day thinking it was just a nervous tick, which I'm prone to, but I took my pulse, and sure enough my heart isn't firing 100%. We jet off to urgent care around 7pm only to find that their one ECG machine is down and I'll have to go to the ER. Knowing the ER blows, I refuse and ask to be checked out there ($56 to be seen by Dr, $hundreds at the ER) and end up going to the ECG the next day (yesterday).
Results of this EXTREMELY IMPORTANT HOLY SHIT MY HEART MIGHT EXPLODE test that I was supposed to get the result of within 2 hours? Still fucking waiting.
No hurry guys - take your fucking time.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
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