AGING OUT One of the banes of getting older is frequent conversations which, by necessity, focus on issues of health - good, bad or indifferent. Running, skipping jumping become problematic requiring explanation or the occasional grunt of surprise when one realizes they can't accomplish what used to be a routine task of physical agility. Case in point a friend thought it would be a cool photo op to spring up on a concrete platform and pose with a statue. Surprise and a bruised tailbone were the result. Of course we will endeavor to act as if nothing happened and stifle our excruiciating pain but that gets more difficult in advancing years. I do not know why just bumping my hand or foot on a stationary object hurts like someone stuck a rusty nail in me. No doubt that is why "seniors" get the rep of being thin-skinned and mouthier. Kind of a relief actually not having to fake invincibility. The super hero cape can be officially retired. "T'is only a flesh wound"
IN OTHER NEWS Speaking of pain, the Supremies rendered their "unsurprising" verdicts this week in a rush. At least they did realize that State legislative control of federal elections was just a bridge too far. But the rest of the decisions were as expected from three new justices who prevaricated (yes, that's the right word to avoid slander) during their hearings and an African American who keeps cutting his own advantages, history and throat with his decisions.
Now it was probably brought under the wrong law (shame Biden) but the justification for the student loan denial if I understand one argument, can be compared to a person who died of pancreatic cancer but five years later we discover a cure. As it was not available five years ago, it must be denied to recent cases. This was especially crucial for the students of "for-profit" entities who encouraged massive federal loans with promises of job placement. They have finally been brought to some sort of justice but still leaving many with crushing loans and non-productive degrees.
When we add the affirmative action decision (which may now demonize diversity in other areas) it may be overly simplistic, but apparently we will be satisfied with college only for the rich and powerful and legacy students. Also lest we forget, the case of the non-existent gay couple requesting service from a would-be web designer was also shot down under freedom of speech or in other words discrimination is now fine and legal. To re-emphasize, there was no "gay couple" and the web designer had no actual business but it made it all the way to the Supreme Court. Color me purple, but does not one have to have a case to pursue? Color me with sprinkles, but I don't believe it is up to the Supreme Court to set policy and law-last I knew that was a Congressional ;responsibility. Anyway enough of that.
MEDICAL UPDATE "So do you take meds for pain? I try to restrict it until I'm desperate. Do you use a walker or cane? Nope, just gut it out with a cute little limp. Are you sure you really destroyed your knee (even though the X-rays indicate no cartilage and mulitple bone spurs)? Well ignoring reality is my hidden super power." Not totally verbatim but gist of my convo with the Doc. I am ready for the knife and robot leg.
I have read a lot of worker comp medical reports and always find it amusing that they start out with "So and so is a pleasant 71 year old woman who complains of..." with mine being no exception. (My knee is not a worker comp issue, just overuse & age) What would they say if the patient crawled in writhing in pain; packing heat accompanied by a bodyguard or showed up with, I don't know, a horde of howler monkeys who complained vehemently whenever the physician tries to speak. I would like to think they would phrase it "patient was a challenge...." Later in my report the Doc said he explained things (he did) to my level of age and understanding, ruhh? Perhaps I should have asked him to use a doll to show me the parts of how the knee bone was connected to the pain bone to judge his level of sense of humor?
There is way too little fun in the medical world. What do you tell an exhibitionist when they don the sexy robe? Sir, sir or madam (in this age of gender neutrality) the gown goes on the other way. When they palpate the suffering body parts does one ask them to buy you dinner first? Feeling like a piece of meat in a butcher's window is merely the price we pay for health care. Then the question, so what do you (the patient) want to do? Ahh, I believe you are the one who spent ten years of your life learning to be a doctor. The patient whipping out their cell and googling drug interactions and treatment of discombobulated bone fragments is the ultimate conclusion, but then they get upset. I think the old reliable, "well my cousin's sister-in-law's friend got giant balls when he got the covid vaccine" method of diagnosis bothers them as well. So don't ask me. Pretend you know or at least sound a little more sure and enthusiastic for my impending table dance. I least I hope dancing is in my future.
YOU HURT WHAT? Speaking of worker comp injuries a couple come to mind. A lady claimed she burned her lady parts when she accidently sat down on a toilet seat she had just cleaned with, what acid? Anyway I had to wonder if the antibiotics were for a more intimate malady. Oh well. Another gentleman (not the same incident) got a blow to the gentleman parts. It was so embarrassing for him to describe the "area of impact" he left it blank on the report. He was loathe to enlighten me. Probably needed one of those aforementioned Medi Annie dolls to get his point across. Again w.hat are we doing out there and why is the company liable. The law states there only has to be an aggravating or casual relationship to the workplace for illness/injury to be compensable. I can't say they weren't...HR is fun. Peace out.....💚 💙💛
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