I'd say this sucks, but actual sucking hurts.
I went to bed Monday night with an... irritation in my throat. I don't remember it bothering me much yesterday morning, but by the middle of my second class yesterday, my throat was killing me.
And it's not my usual 'post-nasal-talking-too-much-kids-have-all-the-germs-in-ever' type of sore throat I get every winter. No, this is like there's a ball bearing lodged in the space between the back of my tongue, my throat and my eustation tube. My actual larynx-that-makes-me-make-speech is fine, but I can't *talk" because moving my jaw hurts my throat.
W.
T.
F.
Body????
Swallowing is a bitch. I have to force myself to eat and even then it's mushy stuff.
Which leads to... I'm home sick from work. I'm not "bleh-stay-under-the-blankets-block-out-the-world" sick, but I can't talk without major pain, so I can't teach. This blows.
It also led to two and half hours of fun and games with insurance.
The short version:
When I got my new job, I signed up to have my old doctor as my doctor for my HMO primary care provider. I know from HMOs and I know it's a pain to have to get everything cleared through one person, but my doctor is great about approving things and seeing me and I like her... so. I find her in the Blue Cross site and say, "Her. She's my doctor."
Fast forward two months. I finally get my insurance card and it says something about Ravenswood at Six Corners. I have no idea what that's about, but forget to do anything about it.
So today I call BC/BS to say, "But my doctor is my doctor, right?" And they were all, "Um... no. Her group doesn't take your plan."
I bitch a lot along the lines of, "And you planned to tell me that... when? After I went to my physical next month? Never? And you thought you could just dump me into a random program? I Googled that place and FUCK NO half their reviews said they call all their patients alarmists and someone almost DIED from not being taken seriously. Fuck no. Fix it."
Only my throat hurt too much to actually be all like that, so I was more polite than I wanted to be.
I found a doctor's group that has a reputation I'm comfortable with - they're out of UIC - and selected a doctor. They have many female doctors who a.) did not graduate medical school before i was born - this is problematic because they'll retire soon and I'll be doing this shit all over again and they tend to be a little more regimented in their care approaches - and b.) did not graduate medical school last week. I'm adjusting to the fact that there are many doctors younger than I am, but I'd like them to be older than a child I could have potentially had.
So after an hour and a half of being on hold and answering the same questions many times for many people, I finally get connected to the office of the doctor I picked off the list.
She can see me on December 18.
Did you miss the bit where I'm going through all this crap because I need to be seen NOW, all you people who I've talked to???
So I'm going to some random *guy* who can see me tomorrow at 3:45.
AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
In the mean time I'm trying the major drugs they gave me after my dental work to see if it'll kill the pain enough that I can go to work tomorrow and just leave when the kids go to technology class at the end of the day to make my appointment.
Blerg.
Blerg Blerg Blerg Blerg Blerg.
So, since I'm not all dead, I'm trying to get some Etsy stuff done while I've got the time. I'm hitting a point of having less than 40 orders in my queue is good.
About two weeks ago I ordered a postal scale so I can print postage from home. It should get here today so hopefully I can restrict my post office trips to 'only when I have international stuff'. I'll just have to figure out how the hell to print the actual stickers.
Guh. I got up at 5:30 to decide that yes, I am still feeling like there's a golf ball in my throat and no, I can't talk, so I could email lesson plans in. Then I slept for about another hour. But given that I've been up until at least 11:00 all week doing Etsy stuff, I predict a nap in my not too distant future.
Blerg.
And it's not my usual 'post-nasal-talking-too-much-kids-have-all-the-germs-in-ever' type of sore throat I get every winter. No, this is like there's a ball bearing lodged in the space between the back of my tongue, my throat and my eustation tube. My actual larynx-that-makes-me-make-speech is fine, but I can't *talk" because moving my jaw hurts my throat.
W.
T.
F.
Body????
Swallowing is a bitch. I have to force myself to eat and even then it's mushy stuff.
Which leads to... I'm home sick from work. I'm not "bleh-stay-under-the-blankets-block-out-the-world" sick, but I can't talk without major pain, so I can't teach. This blows.
It also led to two and half hours of fun and games with insurance.
The short version:
When I got my new job, I signed up to have my old doctor as my doctor for my HMO primary care provider. I know from HMOs and I know it's a pain to have to get everything cleared through one person, but my doctor is great about approving things and seeing me and I like her... so. I find her in the Blue Cross site and say, "Her. She's my doctor."
Fast forward two months. I finally get my insurance card and it says something about Ravenswood at Six Corners. I have no idea what that's about, but forget to do anything about it.
So today I call BC/BS to say, "But my doctor is my doctor, right?" And they were all, "Um... no. Her group doesn't take your plan."
I bitch a lot along the lines of, "And you planned to tell me that... when? After I went to my physical next month? Never? And you thought you could just dump me into a random program? I Googled that place and FUCK NO half their reviews said they call all their patients alarmists and someone almost DIED from not being taken seriously. Fuck no. Fix it."
Only my throat hurt too much to actually be all like that, so I was more polite than I wanted to be.
I found a doctor's group that has a reputation I'm comfortable with - they're out of UIC - and selected a doctor. They have many female doctors who a.) did not graduate medical school before i was born - this is problematic because they'll retire soon and I'll be doing this shit all over again and they tend to be a little more regimented in their care approaches - and b.) did not graduate medical school last week. I'm adjusting to the fact that there are many doctors younger than I am, but I'd like them to be older than a child I could have potentially had.
So after an hour and a half of being on hold and answering the same questions many times for many people, I finally get connected to the office of the doctor I picked off the list.
She can see me on December 18.
Did you miss the bit where I'm going through all this crap because I need to be seen NOW, all you people who I've talked to???
So I'm going to some random *guy* who can see me tomorrow at 3:45.
AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
In the mean time I'm trying the major drugs they gave me after my dental work to see if it'll kill the pain enough that I can go to work tomorrow and just leave when the kids go to technology class at the end of the day to make my appointment.
Blerg.
Blerg Blerg Blerg Blerg Blerg.
So, since I'm not all dead, I'm trying to get some Etsy stuff done while I've got the time. I'm hitting a point of having less than 40 orders in my queue is good.
About two weeks ago I ordered a postal scale so I can print postage from home. It should get here today so hopefully I can restrict my post office trips to 'only when I have international stuff'. I'll just have to figure out how the hell to print the actual stickers.
Guh. I got up at 5:30 to decide that yes, I am still feeling like there's a golf ball in my throat and no, I can't talk, so I could email lesson plans in. Then I slept for about another hour. But given that I've been up until at least 11:00 all week doing Etsy stuff, I predict a nap in my not too distant future.
Blerg.