I’ve had at least a dozen phone calls over the last couple of weeks from third parties who are “following up” on my surgery.
They are experts at kicking the can and very little else.
They also talk and talk and talk, not allowing me to answer their questions or ask any of my own.
Today, I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she was channeling Donald Trump. She seemed surprised and apologized in a somewhat sarcastic tone. I answered “I’m sure you are”, matching her sarcasm tone for tone.
I’m tired of people insisting on making appointments for which Lord knows, we might have to pay. Every “you won’t be charged for this” is accompanied by a written document that says, in fact, we will be charged if for some reason insurance doesn’t cover the service.
I realized pretty early on that the people who did the best job taking care of me were the CNAs, housekeepers and dietary aides. Unlike the college degree holders, these fine people have no financial axe to grind or power trip to nurture.
This morning, I was hurting all over, including this stupid left heel. Left a message for Boyle’s Medical Assistant.
Ron helped me shower and shampoo. He’s been a champ throughout. I am very lucky.