System down: escaped the country

Hey, after a call at 10:30 am for Linda to tell me that my GP was holding me pain medication renewal hostage until I came in so he could "tell me his thoughts" (turns out his thoughts were that the seizure I had in his office he felt was a "pseudo-seizure" which did not negate the fact that the neurologists still state I have progressive neuropathy, progressive idiopathic anemia, at least one but probably two auto-immune diseases and autonomic failure, and that I am in mind blowing pain).

Well, those promises for the pain specialist? It turns out he didn't make them, though he TALKED to the pain specialist who could get me in within a month, but since June, he had not made the referrals, both I AND the hospital has requested: for pain and epilepsy. Why. Because I had not obeyed him and come back the following week and had cancelled that appointment. I was in the hospital, that is why I missed the appointment (or I was in home after the hospital unable to move).

So it turns out that becuase he couldn't give me 'his opinion' I was in pain, and still am in pain, I fall asleep while in pain, and I wake because the pain breaks through my consciousness. And I was that way for months, because.......

I don't know, this is the same doctor who today I showed my blue fingertips to and he replied, "I'm not impressed!" (Guess what doc, I'm not a circus act!). When I started attacking him, as in, when his fellow doctors showed an ailment did he say to them, "I'm not impressed" he marched tight lipped out of the room and returned with an pulse oximeter.

"It's 72%" he said grudgingly and then dropped the oximeter on the counter and continued on with how my being in pain was MY fault because if I had only done what he had expected of me, to return and see him, then those referrals would have been made.

"Put it in your computer." I said. I think he was confused about what, "The 72%, put it in your computer." You see, now I can demand a referral to a respirologist; I may be furious but I am not stupid.

Anyway, Linda and I decided this town and its hell of Beacon, GP's, doctors and the rest was SO bad, that Port Angeles with the hairy bearded men who carry off women "'cause they pretty!" is actually the LESSER of two evils. Plus I can go to the Hello Kitty store and convince more 16 year olds to take their DADDY to a Hello Kitty Bondage Hotel (read the last entry on Port Angeles). Yeah, good plan.

I have been working on some postcards, so I will post them early, here are some of those going out. I take the pictures becuase once I mail them, there is no way for me to remember what they look like. I hope you enjoy them too.