first it was a spinal tap (again), then it was a ton of i.v. as an inpatient.....

and finally it was intervention radiology with a surgical i.v. picc line inserted so i could come home and eat and sleep like a human while wearing a constant flow of drugs via a pump on my belt....3 days after i got home i finally heard from the visiting nurse folks - they forgot to tell me my picc line needed flushing with saline via syrringe every day as well as a syringe of blood thinner to avoid getting a clot going to the heart....



then after a week they still hadn't come to see if i was dead or alive, yet alone to hook me to pump or i.v. stuff....they left me swinging....

some brilliant woman, an r.n. no less, actually had the nerve to tell me i should be grateful that her people even bothered "with people like you"....i.e. those on medicaid and medicare......too bad for her that i asked her about flushing the line in front of my friend who came to pick me up and he quite clearly heard her tell me that wasn't her job and i'd learn that when they showed up at my home in a few days....what a bitch! i told her at the same time i don't have medicaid but i'd already spoken with someone and had fast tracked my own out patient issue with medicare - did she want the name and number of the person with whom i'd spoken? nope...i was walking out and looked really healthy so i was obviously not homebound...so she invalidated my medicare coverage for any and all prescriptions affiliated with a required hospital stay.

fact....a bitch with an rn degree is a dangerous person when she has a little power to wield.

super fact....a fag with 47 centimeters of picc line stitched with 6 stitches to his right tricep just a bit too tightly by the surgeon is far more dangerous with his pen and his words, especially with his witness and his doctor....i think miss hoi-paloi forgot i was the client....and her job is to work for me....so after a week as an inpatient and 11 days with a painful and insufferable picc line paid for by medicare but never used except by me to inject saline and blood thinner at an expense of nearly $4,000 was never used due to a dillweed of a bitchbag....that's of course after the $2,000 a night for the hospital visit for a week....all because the sum total of $990 for antibiotic and set up tubes and the pump rental weren't to be covered due to her opinion of someone able to walk out and anxious not to be wasting the tax payer dollar......

fact in point....the letter i'll be sending, and the doctor is sending and the witness are sending will have said dillweed wishing she were eligible for unemployment when the karma and the system catch up to her....turns out you can report gross negligence to the AMA and the NY Medical Board...and she'll very possibly not ever bother anyone but family again....that said, i almost feel bad....wait, no i feel great....the stitches are out and now so are my bitches.

i've got to go and pack my bag....i'm heading to london in a matter of days and then on to the greek isles....come back for all the pics and bon mots of the shenanigans and other fun after the 18th of june!

xo
w

some quick but meaningful images from my week at the beach on fire island.....it rained every day until right before i left, then it was 80 and sunny.

my ocean which is a world away from anyone else's atlantic ocean...yet mere steps from anywhere i was the entire week....love it!

cherry trees were in full bloom from harbor to ocean...i didn't know cherry trees were indiginous to dry and sandy regions...hot!







and of course, our renewable resource, bamboo, which is everywhere since there's a severe panda bear and/or koala bear deficit on the barrier island...nothing to naturally eat it back but the dear...which i didn't really see this trip so pics will have to wait.....

i'm off to hide in the sand dunes for a bit.....

my very dear and much missed friends, ned and his partner, michael, now living in london, bought at house in the fire island pines to celebrate ned's 40th birthday this year. since they don't live here anymore and it's a million dollar plus property and mortgage payment, they've rented out a "b" schedule for when they're not using it. that's 10 weeks of the 20 week year on fire island. that said, they have it rented starting on 7th may and until then there are things that need to be done and i've volunteered myself for the task as it will earn me brownie points and a guaranteed bedroom anytime the house is not rented or when ned and michael are here. how exciting.

so, now in the midst of the gloomy rain and gray of the city, i'm off on the stomache turning and nerve racking train trip to sayville where i'll catch the ferry ride that i fell in love with two summers ago...as much as taking that train out of manhattan terrifies me, being all by myself, hidden deep in a nest of trees behind the dunes and far from anything but the feral deer populace, i'm going to read, write and maybe even make some phone calls....that is if it's too cold and windy with rain to take a proper walk along the ocean to comb for shells and money in the surf....

consider me on holiday....and i'll be back with photos before 7 may, so stay tuned.....

wadeo