I finally got an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon tomorrow at 7:45 A.M. for my broken heel.
At this point I don’t even care what the doc will have to say, hell I’ve done enough research to have a pretty good idea. The “wild card” being my previous ankle break and all that hardware still residing in there. I couldn’t find anything on a similar case.
It is what it is and whatever will be, will be. Just want to get this resolved. I’ve been in limbo since November 6th and it ain’t been much fun. I won’t sleep for shit tonight, that much I know, because my mind will be racing. I’ll probably piss the doctor off tomorrow too, because I’ll have a hundred questions for her. Or not. Maybe, like me, she’ll appreciate a curious mind. So many folks just take things that are fed to them, never thinking for themselves. Never looking for their own answers. Never sorting through all the bullshit to find that nugget of truth. Or a truly like mind with whom they can intelligently converse…
But I digress. Wish me luck tomorrow because I think I will need it. However, I am prepared for whatever is to come and I will deal with it. I will adapt and overcome as I always have. Just another bump in the road to get around is all.
Good things, which many of us have let slip away. Myself included. Well, I’ve learned my lesson. Hope some other folks can learn from it too. Regrets are no fun. Living life, now that is fun, even when it is hard…
It is one month today that I broke my heel at work. Still have not seen an orthopedic doctor yet, but not for lack of trying. Every weekday I make my phone calls and play phone tag with the insurance company and doctor’s office.
Just want to get fixed up so I can get back on my feet and back to work because I am bored shitless sitting around the house. I am grateful to my friends who have helped me out during this ordeal. Best of all are those who come by to shoot the shit with me and keep me company for a while, that is priceless. Captain Crunch, Patriot Nurse, y’all have been the highlights of my days…
Now Old Man Winter has come calling, keeping me penned up inside when I was at least able to sit out in my screened porch. I am an outdoorsy type, and cabin fever sets in rather quickly if I can’t get outside. Drives me nuts being penned up.
Anyhoo, the weather prevented my doc from getting in touch with the insurance company up in Plano, TX, which I understand got hit pretty hard by this winter storm, so it will be next week before I might possibly bee seen by the ortho doc. When I finally do, it will be Day One all over again. The radiologist told me my heel would need “repair”, which I said “By that you mean surgery”. Yep. So I’ve been healing for a month, all wrong. They will have to break my heel again to fix it. So I probably won’t be on my feet again ’til almost February. That’s a long time to scrape by on 75% pay, which is what my employer’s insurance provides. But at least I’m saving a lot on gas not having to drive clear across town every day. Haven’t burned 1/4 tank this last month.
Oh yeah I’ve been driving. Adapt and overcome, ha ha. Don’t drive far but I drive almost every day.
At any rate, this is what you can expect when Obammycare is fully implemented. Run around and red tape. Headache and pain in the ass, when you should be recovering and getting healthy again. So don’t get injured or sick, otherwise you’re in for a lot of bullshit.
H/T Steve Banyai for the link…
A Northwood, Iowa man charged with violating a city ordinance that bans raising chickens within city limits is set to face trial late next week.
Leo Hendrick, war veteran, father and owner of Spartan Arms, moved his family to Northwood five years ago in hopes to live a more healthy and self-sufficient life. Through hunting, gardening and raising small animals like chickens and rabbits, Hendrick has become almost completely food independent.
“We were sick of corporate farming, GMOs and pesticides,” Hendrick told Storyleak. “The price of groceries just keeps going up too so this is really the only way me and my family can survive.”
Unfortunately for Hendrick, once city council learned of his family’s chickens, a Worth County sheriff’s deputy arrived at his home late August to present a letter demanding he remove all animals from his property within 10 days…
…“They actually told me that I just needed to ‘fit into society’ and comply,” Hendrick said. “The mayor even told me that government intruding into lives like this was okay and needed, which I didn’t agree with.”…
That shit just pisses me off. The man isn’t bothering anyone. His neighbors support him. But some government douchebag just has to assert their “authoritah”, just to be a dick.
“Fit into society”… HA! How ’bout FUCK “society”. Seems to me like we fought a little Revolutionary War or some shit because England just wanted folks to “fit into society”.
I don’t “fit into society”, nor do I want to. “Society” can kiss my ass, because “society” is just a bunch of blind sheep being led to slaughter. Mutton on the hoof. Already sheared, and now their name is BBQ. Sorry, but I’m not lining up to be a hot lunch. If that makes me “antisocial” then so be it. “Society” never asked me if I give a shit…
Fire is life. It is warmth, and something to cook your food. We had a fire in my back yard last night. My really good friend and I enjoyed it tremendously, and then we slept around it. I’ve not slept so well since I don’t know when. We slept on the ground around that fire. Wasn’t until about 4 A.M. that she woke me to come inside after the fire had died down to nothing. Got down into the 40s here by that time, but I was comfortable and could have stayed there ’til dawn or later. But we went inside and went to bed for a few more hours.
It’s the simple things that make me happy, and I had a really good time last night talking, and sleeping around the fire with my friend. Can’t wait ’til we do it again. Next time on the beach, now that’s some good sleep listening to the waves roll in…
Happy Thanksgiving y’all. I’ll be spending it with family and friends, and they are what I’m most thankful for. Hope your Thanksgiving is a good one!
I never needed much. After living in a 6’6″ x 30″ x 30″ rack on a Navy destroyer, my little slide in truck camper I used to have was the Taj Majal. Still don’t need much. Still don’t WANT much. A decent truck, a camper and a boat would make me happier than a pig in shit. Work an easy, stress free job. Low maintenance!
“Keep It Simple Stupid” is my motto. Once I am back up on my feet again, I plan to do just that. Life is too short to be miserable. I want to enjoy life, not survive it. That gets me all sorts of labels, I know, like “anti-social”, or “selfish”. Ask me if I give a shit. I wasn’t put on this rock to be anyone’s slave, I was put here to live my own life. If you let some snake handler convince you that you were put here to suffer for someone else, well then you deserve your own self inflicted misery. Good luck with that. Me, I am gonna be free. My responsibilities will be covered of course, but I will be free. For the first time. Man, that shit is gonna be nice…
Jeezus, I could give a ten times better speech than that shrewish bitch, not grate your nerves with that nagging, horrible voice of hers that stands the hair on the back of my neck on end and have me search out the closest exit, and I’d only charge $4.50. Fuck it, that’s a pack of smokes
It said “Learn How You Can Opt Out Of Obamacare”. Heh… I already know how to opt out of Obammycare
None of the “news” means a hill of beans to me. Nothing new under the sun, really. Same old shit. Pop some popcorn and enjoy the decline…
It bores the hell out of me to be quite honest. Why? Because I decided quite a while ago that it is all N/A. Not applicable. Thanks but no thanks, don’t want any, couldn’t afford it if I did. I refuse to participate.
Don’t want it, don’t need it, don’t really care. With that, I am referring to all the shenanigans which our so-called “representatives” have pulled, and are continuing to pull on us daily. No, I am far more concerned with the shenanigans pulled by the mayor and the Corpus Christi
Shitty City Council. I am even more concerned with the shenanigans pulled by the Corpus Christi “paramilitary organization” (as referred to by former Chief Troy Riggs) PO-lice department.
They are the immediate threat to my health and well being.
Not the criminals in D.C.
Not some rag headed boogeyman from across the sea.
Not some inner city gang thug.
No, it is the corrupt, money grubbing bastards that infest City Hall, and their enforcement/revenue generating minions. You know, the ones who “protect and serve”. Yeah, right.
Local local local. Gonna work on cleaning up my own back yard before I worry about the fedthugs. They are N/A as far as I’m concerned. Got nothing to lose to them. Locally, that’s a different story…