Bloody Hell !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I only get British when I am stressed. Medical things to be discussed, viewer discression is advised. Not that I get graphic but the mere mention of minor things tripps people out so I will err on the side of caution
Excuse me while I vent....
Anyone who has ever read my journal here knows that I am an Army Brat... way too proud my father served this country and fought a war that he was lucky enough to come home from... he has saved lives, many in fact and yes of course he is a hero in my eyes so forgive me if I feel a little pissed off at how he is being treated through the VA health system.
SIX MOTHER FUCKING WEEKS, SIX.... MOTHERFUCKING..... WEEKS.... WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he has been in and out of the hospital. The same hospital for things all related.
Now while my father may be my hero, he most certainly is not a saint by any means regardless of his "shy quiet guy act". He is diabetic and he has always had blood pressure problems. Is he taking care of his self... not as much as I would like him to but he has changed his ways in the last year or two. Better than what it was once was I swear to you. I keep hoping that little by little he will come around.
Never the less since he gave up his insurance from the job he retired from, he relies on the VA health care system. I swear I knew it was a joke but this shit just aint funny. He has been retaining water. Of course it is all in calves and he has developed cellulitis. Now if anyone knows, that coupled with diabeties is a fucked up thing. They messed with his potassium levels, that damn near knocked him out but they kept messing with his meds and all this time still cant get it right.
Now six weeks ago he had such a hard time walking and well his breathing was getting worse. The clinic sends him immediately to the hospital. Now I will bypass the heart attack he gave me when I found out TWO FUCKING days later where he was, but the docs said he has the beginnings of congestive heart failure. Do I want to hear this.. hell no but now my concern jumps to what are they going to do about it.
Wanna know what they did about it........................ you guess it - JACK FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They somehow got his water weight down "enough" and sent him home. Nothing further about his heart, still retaining and holding alot of water but they sent him home. We make it though 4th of July in Minnesota... which side note: I got pics of the intersection lol, come home and days later he is back in the hopsital why.... STAPH INFECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He is running a fever, legs are blown up and he cant even see straight. Hell I dont even know how he made it to the clinic. The only how I even knew he was getting admitted to the hospital... I had to come get his car from the clinic because they RUSHED him to he hospital by ambulance. He had a fever of nearly 103 and again how the hell he even made it to the clinic that is like 20 minutes away is beyond me but hell I wont question the Force.
They bring up his white blood cell count and like in 2 days send him on his merry way. What was supposed to be a week, because once again they were concerned with his congestive heart failure status ended up being 3 days. What was fucking funny ( and really not funny but I will get into that later) I had to go pick him up when they released him Friday afternoon. So instead of going to school I went to go get him. I got the call at 10:30 am he was getting out around noon. Noon rolls around, 3pm rolls around I start rolling heads. The fucking hold was that they were waiting on his meds. The first shift was supposed to do it and didnt which among other things they were supposed to do it backlogged the second shift and it took... now seriously sit down for this one, SEVEN MOTHERFUCKING HOURS BEFORE MY FATHER WAS RELEASED!!!!!! Yes you read that right SEVEN FUCKING HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every half hour I was pissing off a nurse. "Where the fuck is my fathers medication and why the fuck is it taking a whole damn shift to get here." I got so damn loud and said that if " I had go get it my damn self a few lazy ass people wont have a damn job come the morning. "
Brown VA hospital doesnt like me and well frankly I give a right fucking damn.
Oh but baby we aint even done yet.
Dad comes home from the staph infection/big bloated water retaining issues, and goes to dinner with his friend, goes and visits his favorite hobby shop and then goes right back into the hospital come monday night. Yes, the matter of 48 hours he is back again. He is having the worse time walking, pain shooting up his leg and the worse of all fucking blisters, patches of blisters all over his one calf. Now sorry to gross you out but seriously... blisters = water release, so obviously he wasnt well enough to come home and they didnt extract enough water because its fighting every which way it can to get the fuck out. Dad goes into the ER monday night and is there all damn night and sometime tuesday morning he finally gets a room. Now at this point my Aunt is livid and she is raising all kinda of Hell from the sunny state of California and well I guess I am not the only Ashby on the public enemy list over at the hospital. She starts in on the ER docs and then on his floor docs... and hell they though I was bad, they met worse in my Aunt.
Now he is in and they say the blisters are a postive thing blah blah(eyeroll) but they are still concerned with the whole congestive heart failure thing. Hell you fuckers better be concerned because you guys have been talking about this for weeks already now this is like the 5th time he has been back... care to get this shit right sometime in the next decade maybe????????????? FUCKERS
So dad get stablized blah blah and they decide to deal with the heart issue and send him for an xray. Here is how great the federal government takes care of their Vets and hell even their soldiers.
It took them 45 minutes to decide WHO was going to take my dad to xray. Tehy take him to xray and the tech has a personal coversation about her sex life for nearly 30 minutes( that didnt impress my dad one bit) or so while my dad is sitting there. Mind you during this conversation, NO xray was given, my father just sat there waiting. After the xray was FINALLY done she wheels him back out and goes back to her personal conversation. Meanwhile its another 45 minutes before someone comes to retrieve my dad from xray. They claim they couldnt find him. THEY LOST NY DAD FOR 45 MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THAT SHIT!!!!!!!!
NOw all week long all I have done is school and hospital. I have a fucking company to run and seriously dont have time to fucking babysit the nurses at the hosptial to insure my father gets decent care. I SHOULDNT MOTHERFUCKING HAVE TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! These fuckers get PAID decent money to work for a federal hospital, taking care of those to fight/fought to maintain the freedoms we love so much today.
THIS IS WHAT THEY GET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So it gets better. I am there all week. I get a call early this afternoon. THEY ARE RELEASING HIM!!!! Still no progress on his congestive heart failure, blisters havent quite healed but they sent him home. THEY. SENT. HIM. HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I wont get into the fact taht he lost his car keys somewhere in the hospital and I had to drive his spare set up there but um yah.... I get there and look at him and I swear to you he looked exhausted and really couldnt walk at all.
THEY FUCKING SENT HIM HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just, I mean really now I just dont get it. Now mind you I am not saying that soldiers deserve special treatment or better treatment. Damn it all to hell though can we get some respect. In a hospital that takes care of sick soldiers cant we get some respect. Its almost like your Drill Sarge telling you to suck it up til the medvac gets there. That medvac hours away from rescue. Now in some case helathcare, civilian that is, you get better treatment and shit you get better fucking care but here it seems like you aint getting shit.
Its ridiculous that days now enduring this shit, weeks I mean now but shit...
So tonight I jumped in my dads shit. I threatened that I would come home and take care of him if he cant get the shit done himself. He is partially to blame and now he understands it. I told him if he didnt want to deal with those fuck heads again he needs to get his shit in order or else we will be like this until he dies or they cut off his leg which ever come first. Hell I even told him if he had a party in the afterlife to get to he needs to let me know so I RSVP he will be really really really really late. Funny yes, morbid oh fucking well. Dad didnt like me tonight but hell I am tired of this shit.
I cleaned the house, well 80% and I took care of stuff for him while he was out. Meanwhile my school grades suffered. In one class though. Earlier in the semester I missed school because I had a hard time getting shit done for the new releases. The last batch of releases I was up nearly 72 hours straight. I didnt go to school and in that class it docked me 10 points. The other class I have that day gave me a slide because she understood why I was not there. I overslept one day and missed the class, got docked again the 10 points which seriously I would never argue. This last friday that dad had the seven hour release adventure I didnt go to class I picked him up. Now mind you I was already going to be late to class because my mother and fucking ass dumped my cousins college visit on me and that was at 7:30 am when my class started. so I was already going to be late and my teacher knew it. Now mind you, I wont argue the oversleeping. I really wouldnt argue the day I was home with the DRP stuff. The day I pick up my dad from the hospital and she knew that I am the only one who could have, and knew I had his car... she marked me. So now in a class I was doing well in ( an A-) now has dropped to a B- because of attendance. I find this out days ago and even if I ace everything and show up to every single class I wont get my A- back.
Part of me wants to be pissed. Part of me wants to just say fuck it and move on. Damn it though I stressed myself so much this semester and really all I have to show for it are the DRP books. Through trust me DRP has been the only light through all of this. Like you need to know this but hell I stressed myself to much these last 2 months I havent had my period. Mind you condoms are not 100% but I seriously think its stress.
My head is spinning. I had such a headache today and that has diminished to a dull roar and I know I will wake up tomorrow feeling the bongo drum sensation but fuck. My blood pressure is seriously through the roof and its so bad that seriously I kinda dont even want to talk to anyone becuase I am snapping and wanting to just beat peoples heads in.
Then to top things off, I find out Geekycute is in the hospital. He was working on his barn and I guess fell off the ladder or something but he is out for the rest of the semester. I was thinking about going to see him but um I seriously dont want to run into the wife you know lol. Yes hi nice to meet you I flirt with your husband at work. RIGHT!!!!
Tomorrow is mental health day. Well I dont know it may be sunday. Turns out I have a ticket to the American Idol concert... with my relatives... Happy Happy Joy Joy. I dont even watch the show but I will go mainly becuase I can hang out with my cousin that I dont ever see and get away from the madness. GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have many many miles to go before I can sleep.
Now that I have bored you with my craptastic life I want to say I am sorry to
asyouleft. I didnt mean to miss your birthday but Happy Birthday, I smurf you to pieces.
It will get better, it has to get better. It will get better, it has to get better.
If I say it enough maybe I will believe it.
Excuse me while I vent....
Anyone who has ever read my journal here knows that I am an Army Brat... way too proud my father served this country and fought a war that he was lucky enough to come home from... he has saved lives, many in fact and yes of course he is a hero in my eyes so forgive me if I feel a little pissed off at how he is being treated through the VA health system.
SIX MOTHER FUCKING WEEKS, SIX.... MOTHERFUCKING..... WEEKS.... WEEKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he has been in and out of the hospital. The same hospital for things all related.
Now while my father may be my hero, he most certainly is not a saint by any means regardless of his "shy quiet guy act". He is diabetic and he has always had blood pressure problems. Is he taking care of his self... not as much as I would like him to but he has changed his ways in the last year or two. Better than what it was once was I swear to you. I keep hoping that little by little he will come around.
Never the less since he gave up his insurance from the job he retired from, he relies on the VA health care system. I swear I knew it was a joke but this shit just aint funny. He has been retaining water. Of course it is all in calves and he has developed cellulitis. Now if anyone knows, that coupled with diabeties is a fucked up thing. They messed with his potassium levels, that damn near knocked him out but they kept messing with his meds and all this time still cant get it right.
Now six weeks ago he had such a hard time walking and well his breathing was getting worse. The clinic sends him immediately to the hospital. Now I will bypass the heart attack he gave me when I found out TWO FUCKING days later where he was, but the docs said he has the beginnings of congestive heart failure. Do I want to hear this.. hell no but now my concern jumps to what are they going to do about it.
Wanna know what they did about it........................ you guess it - JACK FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They somehow got his water weight down "enough" and sent him home. Nothing further about his heart, still retaining and holding alot of water but they sent him home. We make it though 4th of July in Minnesota... which side note: I got pics of the intersection lol, come home and days later he is back in the hopsital why.... STAPH INFECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He is running a fever, legs are blown up and he cant even see straight. Hell I dont even know how he made it to the clinic. The only how I even knew he was getting admitted to the hospital... I had to come get his car from the clinic because they RUSHED him to he hospital by ambulance. He had a fever of nearly 103 and again how the hell he even made it to the clinic that is like 20 minutes away is beyond me but hell I wont question the Force.
They bring up his white blood cell count and like in 2 days send him on his merry way. What was supposed to be a week, because once again they were concerned with his congestive heart failure status ended up being 3 days. What was fucking funny ( and really not funny but I will get into that later) I had to go pick him up when they released him Friday afternoon. So instead of going to school I went to go get him. I got the call at 10:30 am he was getting out around noon. Noon rolls around, 3pm rolls around I start rolling heads. The fucking hold was that they were waiting on his meds. The first shift was supposed to do it and didnt which among other things they were supposed to do it backlogged the second shift and it took... now seriously sit down for this one, SEVEN MOTHERFUCKING HOURS BEFORE MY FATHER WAS RELEASED!!!!!! Yes you read that right SEVEN FUCKING HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Every half hour I was pissing off a nurse. "Where the fuck is my fathers medication and why the fuck is it taking a whole damn shift to get here." I got so damn loud and said that if " I had go get it my damn self a few lazy ass people wont have a damn job come the morning. "
Brown VA hospital doesnt like me and well frankly I give a right fucking damn.
Oh but baby we aint even done yet.
Dad comes home from the staph infection/big bloated water retaining issues, and goes to dinner with his friend, goes and visits his favorite hobby shop and then goes right back into the hospital come monday night. Yes, the matter of 48 hours he is back again. He is having the worse time walking, pain shooting up his leg and the worse of all fucking blisters, patches of blisters all over his one calf. Now sorry to gross you out but seriously... blisters = water release, so obviously he wasnt well enough to come home and they didnt extract enough water because its fighting every which way it can to get the fuck out. Dad goes into the ER monday night and is there all damn night and sometime tuesday morning he finally gets a room. Now at this point my Aunt is livid and she is raising all kinda of Hell from the sunny state of California and well I guess I am not the only Ashby on the public enemy list over at the hospital. She starts in on the ER docs and then on his floor docs... and hell they though I was bad, they met worse in my Aunt.
Now he is in and they say the blisters are a postive thing blah blah(eyeroll) but they are still concerned with the whole congestive heart failure thing. Hell you fuckers better be concerned because you guys have been talking about this for weeks already now this is like the 5th time he has been back... care to get this shit right sometime in the next decade maybe????????????? FUCKERS
So dad get stablized blah blah and they decide to deal with the heart issue and send him for an xray. Here is how great the federal government takes care of their Vets and hell even their soldiers.
It took them 45 minutes to decide WHO was going to take my dad to xray. Tehy take him to xray and the tech has a personal coversation about her sex life for nearly 30 minutes( that didnt impress my dad one bit) or so while my dad is sitting there. Mind you during this conversation, NO xray was given, my father just sat there waiting. After the xray was FINALLY done she wheels him back out and goes back to her personal conversation. Meanwhile its another 45 minutes before someone comes to retrieve my dad from xray. They claim they couldnt find him. THEY LOST NY DAD FOR 45 MINUTES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THAT SHIT!!!!!!!!
NOw all week long all I have done is school and hospital. I have a fucking company to run and seriously dont have time to fucking babysit the nurses at the hosptial to insure my father gets decent care. I SHOULDNT MOTHERFUCKING HAVE TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! These fuckers get PAID decent money to work for a federal hospital, taking care of those to fight/fought to maintain the freedoms we love so much today.
THIS IS WHAT THEY GET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So it gets better. I am there all week. I get a call early this afternoon. THEY ARE RELEASING HIM!!!! Still no progress on his congestive heart failure, blisters havent quite healed but they sent him home. THEY. SENT. HIM. HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now I wont get into the fact taht he lost his car keys somewhere in the hospital and I had to drive his spare set up there but um yah.... I get there and look at him and I swear to you he looked exhausted and really couldnt walk at all.
THEY FUCKING SENT HIM HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just, I mean really now I just dont get it. Now mind you I am not saying that soldiers deserve special treatment or better treatment. Damn it all to hell though can we get some respect. In a hospital that takes care of sick soldiers cant we get some respect. Its almost like your Drill Sarge telling you to suck it up til the medvac gets there. That medvac hours away from rescue. Now in some case helathcare, civilian that is, you get better treatment and shit you get better fucking care but here it seems like you aint getting shit.
Its ridiculous that days now enduring this shit, weeks I mean now but shit...
So tonight I jumped in my dads shit. I threatened that I would come home and take care of him if he cant get the shit done himself. He is partially to blame and now he understands it. I told him if he didnt want to deal with those fuck heads again he needs to get his shit in order or else we will be like this until he dies or they cut off his leg which ever come first. Hell I even told him if he had a party in the afterlife to get to he needs to let me know so I RSVP he will be really really really really late. Funny yes, morbid oh fucking well. Dad didnt like me tonight but hell I am tired of this shit.
I cleaned the house, well 80% and I took care of stuff for him while he was out. Meanwhile my school grades suffered. In one class though. Earlier in the semester I missed school because I had a hard time getting shit done for the new releases. The last batch of releases I was up nearly 72 hours straight. I didnt go to school and in that class it docked me 10 points. The other class I have that day gave me a slide because she understood why I was not there. I overslept one day and missed the class, got docked again the 10 points which seriously I would never argue. This last friday that dad had the seven hour release adventure I didnt go to class I picked him up. Now mind you I was already going to be late to class because my mother and fucking ass dumped my cousins college visit on me and that was at 7:30 am when my class started. so I was already going to be late and my teacher knew it. Now mind you, I wont argue the oversleeping. I really wouldnt argue the day I was home with the DRP stuff. The day I pick up my dad from the hospital and she knew that I am the only one who could have, and knew I had his car... she marked me. So now in a class I was doing well in ( an A-) now has dropped to a B- because of attendance. I find this out days ago and even if I ace everything and show up to every single class I wont get my A- back.
Part of me wants to be pissed. Part of me wants to just say fuck it and move on. Damn it though I stressed myself so much this semester and really all I have to show for it are the DRP books. Through trust me DRP has been the only light through all of this. Like you need to know this but hell I stressed myself to much these last 2 months I havent had my period. Mind you condoms are not 100% but I seriously think its stress.
My head is spinning. I had such a headache today and that has diminished to a dull roar and I know I will wake up tomorrow feeling the bongo drum sensation but fuck. My blood pressure is seriously through the roof and its so bad that seriously I kinda dont even want to talk to anyone becuase I am snapping and wanting to just beat peoples heads in.
Then to top things off, I find out Geekycute is in the hospital. He was working on his barn and I guess fell off the ladder or something but he is out for the rest of the semester. I was thinking about going to see him but um I seriously dont want to run into the wife you know lol. Yes hi nice to meet you I flirt with your husband at work. RIGHT!!!!
Tomorrow is mental health day. Well I dont know it may be sunday. Turns out I have a ticket to the American Idol concert... with my relatives... Happy Happy Joy Joy. I dont even watch the show but I will go mainly becuase I can hang out with my cousin that I dont ever see and get away from the madness. GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have many many miles to go before I can sleep.
Now that I have bored you with my craptastic life I want to say I am sorry to
asyouleft. I didnt mean to miss your birthday but Happy Birthday, I smurf you to pieces.
It will get better, it has to get better. It will get better, it has to get better.
If I say it enough maybe I will believe it.