The year in review, part 1

The good, the bad, and the unfortunate

I meant to post this several months ago, but never got around to fleshing out the outline. Turns out, I like it just as it is. Stay tuned for part two, in which my whole life takes another 180.

March
back surgery recovery

April
back to work. This is exhausting

May
Feeling more stamina at work. But why is it such a hostile environment? Life's too short for this.
take this job and #&@!

June
find a job?
maybe I want to be an event planner
if I take some classes, I can buy a student insurance policy
learn new skills

July
find a job?
sell everything
cash out IRA for survival

August
find a job?
start selling Mary Kay

September
find a job?
maybe I want to go into residential management
try this network event thing
take three more classes
do this Mary Kay thing

October
oh no way... just take one class
do the volunteer thing
maybe I should attend some event planning functions
maybe I want to be TESOL certified
find an Otterbox for my iPhone online for $14! I'll save it for when this one wears out
well I'm running out of money, should I move back home?
are there really NO jobs here? seriously, you guys, if you don't hire me I'm going back to Idaho
look for a job in hometown
one application asks me to list my elementary school. Wh-what?

November
be extremely social & say goodbye to everyone
use up all my massage credits
keep trying to sell stuff
put cat to sleep :( feel guilty for how this makes me less tied down
move out
lose a bunch of money on gym membership and broken lease
drive the highway home three more times
get a temp job.. for one hour per day

December
get another temporary, part time job with possibility of temporary advancement
later that day, get a different full-time permanent job with benefits
quit a couple of jobs
I should find a church I like
try to catch up changing addresses
oh hey, it's my birthday. woot woot. next year I plan to have a few friends to celebrate with
oh hey, some of my favorite people are visiting for the holiday

January
go out for New Year's Eve & feel good. catch a cold.
take another class
clean and work on rental project
nothing exciting happens
it's cold
read six books
accidentally lose 15 lbs due to new job despite winter hibernation

February
if I'm going to be here awhile, I should start going to things in town
join a book club
start going to local events
run into new and former acquaintances
maybe I should go back to church
maybe I should try Zumba
where is that Otterbox?

March
work on planning class reunion
is this the flu? I feel like I died and then got hit by a truck. a cement truck. I hurt in more places than I knew existed. Did I catch it at Zumba? serves me right for trying to get in shape.
hey at least now I have health insurance! I should find a doctor/dentist/optometrist and while I'm at it, a hairdresser, too... holy haircut! that's short!
oh spring break. finally a break from the constant deadlines I'm so bored what should I do?
maybe I should just buy another Otterbox online. What?! They doubled in price since October? How is that possible? I have last year's iPhone model.

April
take another class
keep going to book club
oh it's springtime! it's so warm and sunny! I should pack away my corduroys and break out the capris! No, I shouldn't... it's winter again, brr.
I should organize some of the stuff that's in storage. Oh, hey there's my special edition copy of Spinal Tap. Where in the world is that Otterbox?
travel for a work training that is actually really good. I'm starting to feel so much more confident and competent at my job. No, I don't. Yes, now I do. Oh, no I don't again.

May
Maybe I should try going back to Zumba

books read since this time last year: 32

Patience. I thought I had it?!

I've taught second through fifth grade for 15 years (with some near disasterous moments in kindergarten and summer school)! I was pretty sure I'd developed a strong sense of patience.

BUT! Waiting for the doctor's office to schedule my surgery is the last straw! 

I've been patient...

My hip started hurting in September or October. I thought my new mattress was too hard and bought some memory foam. In November, a friend told me she had similar pain from bursitis. I looked online for exercises and took it easy. 

Right after Christmas, I saw my doctor when I started having trouble walking. I told her my pain level was a 10. I got a hip X-ray and some Vicodin.

In January I started physical therapy. It didn't get better, it got worse, and I asked for a specialist and an MRI, and stronger painkillers. I was unable to work, walk, sit, or get off the floor after January 17. On the 25th of January, I hurt so badly, I finally broke down in tears and had a friend drive me to the emergency room. My doctor gave me stronger Vicodin. I had now discovered pain levels 11, 12, and 13, but I had hope that I was going to receive treatment soon.

I've been so patient...

On January 31, I finally saw a spine specialist. He reviewed my MRI and referred me to a pain clinic. In February, I had epidural steroid injections in two places in my back. They made me feel a little better for a week, but I had now run out of sick time and was still stuck in a prone position. Praise God for the generosity of friends and co-workers who folded my laundry, brought me food, and drove me to the doctor. 

 

It was determined by the pain clinic and the spine specialist that I would not undergo another series of injections, and I would move forward toward surgery on two bulging disks. The spine specialist told me it could be three weeks or a month to meet the surgeon and schedule the operation. That was when I finally really lost it. The nurse assured me that he didn't know anything about scheduling and they'd be able to get me an appointment the next week. I had to call them to find out when my appointment had been set.

I was patient...

That was a week ago. I was told that I had to wait for my insurance to authorize the procedure and then the surgeon's office would schedule it.

I called them on Friday. They'd faxed the authorization request on Thursday. I called them yesterday. The authorization had arrived and the woman who does the scheduling would call me back that afternoon. She didn't. I called again yesterday afternoon only to find they stop answering the phones at 4:00.

I'm am no longer patient. 

I called again at 10:30 this morning. The woman who does scheduling was "with another patient" and yes, she'd received my messages and would call me back today. What in the world do they have her so busy doing that she can't schedule appointments?

I have spent eight weeks in a prone position on the floor. I am out of paid sick leave and will run out of 2/3 disability in two weeks. I've seen at least eight different doctors, physicians assistants, and nurse practitioners, and a physical therapist over 15 separate office visits since December 30. That's not counting x-ray techs and other support staff. And I haven't even started recovering from surgery yet.

Maybe that doctor was right when he told me it'd be another month... or three to get a date set.

I need this woman to call me and schedule my surgery now. I have had it with being optimistic and patient. It's about time to really start making some noise!

Edit: I rallied a little more patience and waited for her call at 2:30. I'm go for surgery Monday! (phew!)