Uncle
The people that you call when your insurance company is fucking you over told me that they had a right to fuck me over, cause my doctors apparantly haven't given them enough information. So they told me to go to my doctors and ask them nicely for some letters of support.
Family doctor: Wrote me a really nice letter, explaining everything and sent it off the insurance company.
Ear nose and throat specialist: Have you ever had one of those conversations with someone where they're not listening to you? I mean, you're speaking, and they're speaking.. but you're having two different conversations and no matter what you say, they don't seem to get it? I pretty much protrated myself, humiliated myself, begged for him to listen to me, to understand the words coming out of my mouth. I left the office sobbing like a 5 year old. It was bad enough his assistant took me into a private room and spent 10 mins wiping my face with kleenex.
Allergist: The sweet old man who actually discovered that I was allergic to things. I spoke to him today on the phone.. and I think I must be speaking another language. Really, I'm pretty sure of it. I'm sobbing now, only this time at least I'm doing it in the privacy of my own home.
So I'm 1 for 3. I am also apparantly a liar, a cheat and an attempted fraud. But the insurance company is too smart for me! They have my number.
I feel pretty much violated right now, and somehow.. ignored at the same time. I go to see a doctor the airline wants me to see. I've been told that 'if he says you can return to work, we have no choice but to make you come back to work or fire you'. Well isn't that just fucking nice. I'm sure it will be a charming visit, where he'll shove things up my nose, smile to my face and then proclaim that I am fine! I must have been fine all along!
I've done just about all I can for myself in this situation. I've been kicked in the fucking teeth enough to make me want to vomit and not get out of bed in the morning.
Career wise, I've got just about nothing to look forward to. So I'm probably going to go back to flying, whether or not the doctor wants me to. I need the money, and to not feel like a piece of shit everyday. And hey, if the pressure changes hurt my face, it'll just prove that I'm not a lying, cheating, failing fuck up, huh?
Maybe by the time I'm 40 I'll be able to afford school. If I'm not too stupid to get in.
Family doctor: Wrote me a really nice letter, explaining everything and sent it off the insurance company.
Ear nose and throat specialist: Have you ever had one of those conversations with someone where they're not listening to you? I mean, you're speaking, and they're speaking.. but you're having two different conversations and no matter what you say, they don't seem to get it? I pretty much protrated myself, humiliated myself, begged for him to listen to me, to understand the words coming out of my mouth. I left the office sobbing like a 5 year old. It was bad enough his assistant took me into a private room and spent 10 mins wiping my face with kleenex.
Allergist: The sweet old man who actually discovered that I was allergic to things. I spoke to him today on the phone.. and I think I must be speaking another language. Really, I'm pretty sure of it. I'm sobbing now, only this time at least I'm doing it in the privacy of my own home.
So I'm 1 for 3. I am also apparantly a liar, a cheat and an attempted fraud. But the insurance company is too smart for me! They have my number.
I feel pretty much violated right now, and somehow.. ignored at the same time. I go to see a doctor the airline wants me to see. I've been told that 'if he says you can return to work, we have no choice but to make you come back to work or fire you'. Well isn't that just fucking nice. I'm sure it will be a charming visit, where he'll shove things up my nose, smile to my face and then proclaim that I am fine! I must have been fine all along!
I've done just about all I can for myself in this situation. I've been kicked in the fucking teeth enough to make me want to vomit and not get out of bed in the morning.
Career wise, I've got just about nothing to look forward to. So I'm probably going to go back to flying, whether or not the doctor wants me to. I need the money, and to not feel like a piece of shit everyday. And hey, if the pressure changes hurt my face, it'll just prove that I'm not a lying, cheating, failing fuck up, huh?
Maybe by the time I'm 40 I'll be able to afford school. If I'm not too stupid to get in.