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It truly never ends.
Jun. 3rd, 2006 12:31 amI went to the doctor AGAIN today because...well, that broken-glass-and-acid feeling has been coming back in the ol' bladderial region of the anatomy. The Cipro that I've been on for five fucking months just wasn't working. So I told my urologist what was happening. He proceeded to take out my test results--which had been done before I went in to the hospital--and glanced at them. "Well, you don't show any signs of an infection," he said.
WTF? I told him that I'd seen my regular doctor last week and had had another urinalysis and a culture-and-sensitivity test done as well. He was supposed to send my urologist the information. "Oh!" said urologist said, "I don't need that. I have everything from the hospital here. You don't have an infection."
"WELL WHAT ABOUT LAST WEEK WHEN I WENT IN TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM BECAUSE I WAS IN SUCH PAIN AND THEY DID A TEST THERE AND SAID I HAD A HORRENDOUS INFECTION!?!?!" I practically screamed.
He shrugged. "You were on the Cipro, right?"
"Yeah...I finished it yesterday."
"Oh, well, then the infection is gone."
"NO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT--THE CIPRO DIDN'T WORK. IT'S COMING BACK."
After about twenty minutes of arguing, he finally agreed to put me on something called Levaquin for the next two weeks. I thanked him and went to get the prescription filled.
$160 for two weeks.
I called his office back and said, "Uhhh...I can't really afford $160 right now. Is there anything else I can take?"
"The only other stuff we can give you is Cipro," the nurse said, "because that's all your insurance covers."
After another twenty minutes of wrangling with them, it became clear that the only thing I was going to get was this $160 Levaquin--which, if my prescription plan hadn't covered a little of it, would've cost me over $200. So I bought it. I now have $12 to my name until Wednesday.
This shit had better work. It better make my piss and body so fucking toxic to other lifeforms that a goddamned inorganic nanotech installation would shrivel up and die.
WTF? I told him that I'd seen my regular doctor last week and had had another urinalysis and a culture-and-sensitivity test done as well. He was supposed to send my urologist the information. "Oh!" said urologist said, "I don't need that. I have everything from the hospital here. You don't have an infection."
"WELL WHAT ABOUT LAST WEEK WHEN I WENT IN TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM BECAUSE I WAS IN SUCH PAIN AND THEY DID A TEST THERE AND SAID I HAD A HORRENDOUS INFECTION!?!?!" I practically screamed.
He shrugged. "You were on the Cipro, right?"
"Yeah...I finished it yesterday."
"Oh, well, then the infection is gone."
"NO, YOU FUCKING IDIOT--THE CIPRO DIDN'T WORK. IT'S COMING BACK."
After about twenty minutes of arguing, he finally agreed to put me on something called Levaquin for the next two weeks. I thanked him and went to get the prescription filled.
$160 for two weeks.
I called his office back and said, "Uhhh...I can't really afford $160 right now. Is there anything else I can take?"
"The only other stuff we can give you is Cipro," the nurse said, "because that's all your insurance covers."
After another twenty minutes of wrangling with them, it became clear that the only thing I was going to get was this $160 Levaquin--which, if my prescription plan hadn't covered a little of it, would've cost me over $200. So I bought it. I now have $12 to my name until Wednesday.
This shit had better work. It better make my piss and body so fucking toxic to other lifeforms that a goddamned inorganic nanotech installation would shrivel up and die.
