You ever have one of those days where it seemed like the one nerve connected directly to your psycho impulse is right out there for everyone to trample on? My morning started early with a trip to the doctors office. I was already upset with workers comp over my broken thumb. Let me explain a little.
I took with me this morning the form from WC the doctor is required to fill out in order for me to receive benefits. I was scanning over this form and noticed one of the questions the doctor is supposed to answer was already answered by someone at WC. The question was - Does this injury aggravate a previous injury or disease? Someone at WC must know more about my past than either myself or my doctor. They had already checked the box for no. I don’t know if I over-reacted but for some reason that just really pissed me off. Does my doctor work in the WC office? How the hell do they know what this injury affected? I had the form in my hand that let them know the severity of the accident.
Well needless to say I was dialing the phone with steam coming from my ears. After getting transferred through half a dozen electronic voices telling me to push one for this and two for that, never giving me an option of talking to a real person, I was fit to be tied. If I could have gotten my hands on that oh so very annoying electronic voice, I would probably be wearing the label of terrorist right now, especially by todays definition. Eventually I got so mad that I just hung up without getting the satisfaction of telling the maker of my nightmares exactly what I thought of them and their work practices.
After getting to the doctors office I had the pleasure of discussing their policy in regards to much needed pain medication. The nurse had the nerve to ask me if I told the doctor during my last visit that I required pain medication. Excuse me, he is the one that broke my thumb - a second time. If he doesn’t know that I’m in pain, thank you but another doctor please. After a lot of dialogue the nurse says - well if you have a broken bone it’s going to hurt. I just looked at him and said - my point exactly.
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January 22nd, 2008 at 9:02 pm
Sounds like your having a tough day Denny…hope it gets better!!! i can feel your frustration though and identify with it EXACTLY….
Big hug from me to you!!!!!!1
January 22nd, 2008 at 9:12 pm
Thanks Morgan!!! Much better now that I am home. Sanity on one side of my front door - insanity on the other.
January 23rd, 2008 at 4:16 pm
Sorry to hear about your frustrating day. Doctors and insurance companies are not my favorite groups either.
Glad to hear things are better now that you’re home.
January 23rd, 2008 at 5:24 pm
Kristine I was quickly over it… not really a frustrating day… more a frustrating morning
I figured people could relate especially to that electronic voice… irritating on the best day.
January 24th, 2008 at 4:23 am
omg…sorry I’m laughing…but…it is funny.
Bell canada has an electronic voice and they gave her a name..Emily. I HATE Emily! She’s such a bitch. So I feel your pain…not the one in your thumb, but you know what I mean.
January 24th, 2008 at 5:29 am
lol… yeah I know what you mean. Once I got home I thought it would make a funny post too. That voice is sooo irritating. I was fuming by the time I hung up the phone.
In hindsight I think it’s a good thing I didn’t reach a live person, my benefits were approved today. That probably wouldn’t have happened if some unfortunate worker of the state decided to pick up the phone yesterday. They would have had one pissed off little hillbilly on their hands.