This Is Not My Chair
In the week following my trip to the emergency room, I've been to and from the doctor's office a couple of times. I've submitted to tests that were inconvenient and unpleasant, all while recovering and trying to maintain something like a normal life at home and work. It turns out I have a combination of conditions that can be addressed and overcome, or at least endured. Things will ultimately be OK. However, my last doctor visit was a bit turbulent. There was the anxiety of discovering a new ailment, the process of absorbing information and weighing treatment options, considering what path might work with my current insurance. I was sent off to fetch medicine only to be turned away by the pharmacy because the insurance company would only work directly with the doctor on approving this treatment. That meant a second trip to the doctor that day, and a long explanation of the circumstances. I'm still waiting on the arran...