Fuck. This. Goiter.
My sister finally went to see a doctor about her goiter... only because her gynecologist chastised her for not getting a second opinion. She's been on medication for a few months now, but her endocrinologist has been a real jerk; he won't tell her if the egg-sized lump on her throat will ever go away or not. He makes her cry at every appointment. He's. A. Dick.
(I had half a bottle of red wine with dinner tonight).
So her gyno made an appointment for her at a clinic in Glendale. Amanda still doesn't have health insurance. The women who own the restaurant she manages want to get her insured, but no insurance company will take her because she has "a preexisting condition". Bastard fuckers.
(Okay, more than half a bottle).
So she ran out of her medication before her appointment. And her pharmacy couldn't get ahold of her asshole endocrinologist. She went to the clinic for her appointment and they turned her away, saying that they were overbooked. They rescheduled her for three weeks from Friday. THREE WEEKS. Amanda protested, saying she needed her medication. She's already started having hypothyroid symptoms again (low body temperature, lethargy, depression). Their response: "Well, we might be able to take you next Friday."
I hate the medical establishment. I can't wait until I have my own prescription pad.
Right now, my sister is totally screwed. And she has no car (because hers was stolen). I tried to call her yesterday and she never returned my call. I tried her all day today and she never called me back. I went to her restaurant and her boss said she'd had someone cover her shift because she wasn't feeling well. Ugh.
This is not the goiter update I was hoping to give you. Forgive me for any spelling/grammar errors; I'm pretty shitfaced right now.
(I had half a bottle of red wine with dinner tonight).
So her gyno made an appointment for her at a clinic in Glendale. Amanda still doesn't have health insurance. The women who own the restaurant she manages want to get her insured, but no insurance company will take her because she has "a preexisting condition". Bastard fuckers.
(Okay, more than half a bottle).
So she ran out of her medication before her appointment. And her pharmacy couldn't get ahold of her asshole endocrinologist. She went to the clinic for her appointment and they turned her away, saying that they were overbooked. They rescheduled her for three weeks from Friday. THREE WEEKS. Amanda protested, saying she needed her medication. She's already started having hypothyroid symptoms again (low body temperature, lethargy, depression). Their response: "Well, we might be able to take you next Friday."
I hate the medical establishment. I can't wait until I have my own prescription pad.
Right now, my sister is totally screwed. And she has no car (because hers was stolen). I tried to call her yesterday and she never returned my call. I tried her all day today and she never called me back. I went to her restaurant and her boss said she'd had someone cover her shift because she wasn't feeling well. Ugh.
This is not the goiter update I was hoping to give you. Forgive me for any spelling/grammar errors; I'm pretty shitfaced right now.
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