On the road to make yet another attempt to get help with my ear. If not, then I guess I’m on my own. There is another ENT in the network but not with this shitty group. They’ll be booked out for months but may be worth trying. It’s just going to depend on what they do at the Minute Clinic I’m going to. They could be helpful enough not for me to need ENTs, not that I can see myself getting off that easy, or they could do a so-so job, or refuse to touch it, saying only an ENT can deal with it. All I can do is hope for the best.

I didn’t have any nightmares per se but I did have a bad dream. Tom needed surgery for something and it was a risky procedure so we were both nervous. So much so that we arranged for me to stay in this place where people would be around. The dream ended with me texting him saying I didn’t like it there.

Anyway, it sure would be nice if we didn’t have to spend so much time dealing with my health. It’s times like this that I just wish I would get something deadly. Almost every day there’s some kind of health work to do.

Got my quarterly freebies…lens wipes, tums, etc.

Almost forgot to finish with yesterday’s bullshit. It turns out that they authorize referrals differently at the ENT place. Rhonda’s office gives referrals a 5-day grace period. But the ENT wouldn’t see me because the required authorization time hadn’t passed yet and all appointments must be authorized beforehand. We offered to pay them out of pocket but no, because that’s “fraud.”

The lady I went off on about it who called and left a message as we were pulling into the parking lot, called the authorization department. She told the person she was talking to that the doctor told her to have me leave for “making a scene in the waiting room.” Can you fucking believe it?! Was I loud about my frustration of being canceled on THREE times? Yes, I was. But for any doctor to refuse a patient speaks volumes about their true character. If I were a doctor and had a patient in distress and the tools to help them, I’d make the time to see them. But all these fuckers care about is money and paperwork. Not the patients.

She finally gave me an appointment for May 17th. That’s way too long so I really hope this clinic can help so I don’t have to be uncomfortable and get the lightheaded spells I’ve been getting for almost a month or longer since I’m sure they’re just going to cancel this appointment as well. The fucking thing was supposed to be cleaned in February. Worst case scenario, I’m on my own and will have to figure out a way to care for it myself.

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On the road home and in a much better mood than yesterday! They were 15 minutes late but the nurse was awesome. They don’t have the tiny vacuum the ENTs use but they have this high-powered spray bottle of sorts. At first I was doubtful it would do any good. The first few blasts only got tiny bits out but then she got a bigger chunk, looked into my ear, and said it was clear. I am so relieved! So this is where I may go every 6 months if Rhonda doesn’t end up taking care of it herself. Plus, I can get an appointment in a day so I don’t have to worry about my schedule.

Even my blood pressure was surprisingly good for not being on any medication at 122/76. My MBI is right on the line between overweight and obese. It has come down but not much.

So now I don’t want anything deadly and I’m glad I’m alive, LOL, and this ordeal with the ENT group ended up being a blessing in disguise. I now see that I don’t really need a specialist for this as long as I throw baby oil in the canal a week beforehand to soften things up. They’re much better equipped for things like this these days than they were in the ‘90s. So we stopped at Burger King on the way back and while he was getting the food, I did a couple of voice tweets in the car expressing my relief and gratefulness and whatever came to mind.