So, as some of you know, I broke both my legs a few years back. They went and put metal rods in my legs (on either side of the bone) to act as a support while the bone re-healed itself. The intent was to leave them in there for as long as possible, because why not? They add an extra layer of protection against future breaks - I'll take that. But the one on the left leg kept slipping forward somehow, until it was literally trying to push its way out. I looked down one day and there was a stream of blood running down my leg and you could actually see the outline of the metal rod with my skin stretched tight over it. The doctor took the ones in my left leg out but I still have the ones in my right leg. Sometimes if I bump my knee against something or someone pushes on it just the right way, I can feel it pushing against my knee. The doctors were meant to take them out when they did my knee surgery but then they never did my knee surgery, so the rods are still in there.
Last week something shifted in my knee (I must have bumped it or something because it was rather swollen for a few days) and ever since then, I can feel the rod pushing against me. I don't know if it was my knee-cap that shifted or the rods or if it is just all from the swelling, but I decided why the heck not just have them take the rods out? It is a procedure I don't even have to go ‘under’ for or stay in the hospital for. Today I put on my jeans to go out and even just the denim against my leg was bothering me. But when I called to make an appointment with my Ortho guy, they said they can't see me until June! What am I suppose to do until then? I can't wear jeans or cross my legs or lay with my knee touching anything without it bothering me. WTF? And if it turns out there is actually something wrong with my knee-cap and it is isn’t just the rods - well wtf with them making me wait until June? And that's just to see the doctor, not even to have the rods removed.
So fine...go on with my day. Now remember how I got that letter from my social worker saying they needed more in-depth bank statements from me? So I had my mom take me to the bank, had stuff printed out, put it in the required envelope, wrote my case-workers name on the front so I was sure it got to the right person and hand delivered it to the Social Work drop box on the floor of the government building the day before it was due - which was pretty good considering they gave me all of 6 days to get what they needed together for them.
Today I got a notice that all of my benefits are being terminated due to failure to verify information. WTF?! I hand-delivered it to your in-house mailbox, you jackass! The thing is, if on the morning of your due date, your information isn't in their hand, they start actions against you. I have had it arrive in the mail one day late and had them already start action against me. That's actually why I hand-deliver it now. So if I dropped this last batch off the day before but my caseworker didn't get through her mail in the next 24 hours and log in my info, the system automatically registers me as non-compliant.
Ugh. So my sister was all, "You should call your Ortho doctor and have them give you an emergency appointment or have them call you if they have a cancellation," and then The BFF was all, "But you should wait until you get all this casework stuff sorted out, since who knows when you’ll have insurance again." Because my insurance is apparently being terminated.
Also, my house has ants. This giant mammoth sized one crawled across my computer screen last night while I was on LJ. I freaked out. Buddy has these toys sitting on my computer desk that he plays with whenever he is sitting in the computer chair with me, so I grabbed one and I squished the ant. When I lifted the toy up, the ant was still alive and like injured and half-dragging itself towards me! Yuck!! Then there was another ant later that my sister's kitties were batting at and I stepped on it and killed it, only to later find them playing with the dead ant’s body. Gross.
Now that I have creeped you out with bloody medical details and talk of dead ant carcasses, I shall go.