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Day 30- Merry Fucking Christmas
Copy-pasted from my blog. Sorry for the length and potential repeat. Tl;dr: Casey's in the hospital over Christmas and my dad's a jerk.
So, Casey went to the hospital on Friday for more chemo. She'd had weird stomach pains for a few days, and they decided it was acid reflux and put her on another type of acid reflux inhibitor. Problem solved, y/y?
NO. BIG FUCKING NO. Yesterday, she was supposed to get out of the hospital, but instead started cramping up and vomiting. They thought it was new antibiotics they'd put her on, and kept her overnight. And this morning, more of the vomit. So NOW, finally, they're like "Hm. Maybe something's wrong."
So she called me to tell me. Of course I'm a moron and forgot to take my phone off silence after work last night. But basically, at least 98% of the time, I am the first person Casey calls when shit happens. The other 2% of the time is when she knows I'm at work and won't answer anyway. Shortly after talking to Casey, Dad called me. This is how that went:
Dad: "So, I got a call from Casey. And I guess she's still in the hospital." Note the period at the end of that. He was informing me that Casey is still in the hospital. Thanks, I hadn't noticed, given that she LIVES WITH ME.
Me: "Yeah. She called me earlier." Duh.
Dad: "So, she said she may not make Christmas?!" In a horrified voice. ZOMG!CHRISTMAS. It's so IMPORTANT. Much more important than cancer, amirite?
Me: "Yeah. Well, she's kind of puking..."
Dad:" Yeah, and that's important. It's okay. It'll be okay. Your health is important." Thanks for that affirmation, dad. I hadn't realized.
Okay. So. Why the fuck would Casey EVER call dad before she called me? He should know that. He ALWAYS gets information second-hand or in an email; there is no way she called him first. Thanks for informing me that my roommate is in the hospital, I hadn't noticed she wasn't here. He is so ridiculous. Like, her potentially missing CHRISTMAS?@! is what finally made him realize this is, you know, serious? OH THAT REMINDS ME. So, Casey's getting her leg amputated, right? In case you forgot. This is always a life-changing thing, and will always be considered a disability, even if there was a chance for her to get a prosthesis. Which there's not. At all, in any way, ever. Not because of a lack of technology, but more like a lack of a place to attach it and muscles to work it.
Dad sent out this email (important parts bolded):
Good news to share,
I love it when good news comes our way. Attached is a .pdf file of a letter I just received from my insurance carrier, Wellmark Blue Cross Blue Shield. From the information we were able to send in on Casey's behalf, she will be able to remain on my health care insurance as a dependent for as long as I am insured. Additionally, from what I am hearing about the health care debate, If my employer should change insurance carriers, a pre-existing condition could not be grounds for dropping.
Thank you Shelly and Paula for your care and concern in helping this happen. Although the letter describes this as a permanent disability, Casey, I cannot imagine you allowing that to hold you back in life.
Healing strength to all,
Edward
You asshole. "I don't see how a FUCKING LEG AMPUTATION could possibly be a permanent disability! This won't hold you back, despite dreams to work with big cats! LOL!" You fucking asshole. Way to be a complete dick. He's so worried about what the people at the hospital must think of him, because he's never there. He has this idea that he needs to visit despite Casey's not wanting him to just to show everyone there that he's a GOOD DAD. So instead, he sends out emails to Shelly (I don't remember what she does) and Paula (Casey's social worker at the hospital), who we barely see (I haven't seen Shelly in months) with shit like this. Which makes him look worse than if he'd just kept his mouth shut. I get that he needed to coordinate the insurance bullshit with them, but really? "Don't worry, an amputation won't hold you back in life. Neither will the fact that your chances of living past 2015 suck. LOL YOU'RE GUNNA GO FAR, KID. And if you don't, it's ALL YOUR FAULT. Your so-called disability has nothing to do with it."
What a fuckhead.
Also, one of my student loan lenders called because I'm 3 days late on a payment. This is because I don't have $90, and I applied for a deferment. Turns out I can't use that deferment form on private student loans if I'm not in school, which, of course, it didn't say on the form or website, and they didn't tell me that it was denied (they say they sent it out December 2nd. I know I never got it. Of course the beautiful postal service couldn't possibly have lost it, so I'm a poor fucking liar).
And to top it all off, I am fucking hemorrhaging out my vagina like all the uterine lining from the past 10 years of menstrual activity hadn't actually shed itself in a timely fashion. Given my cramps, I may actually be miscarrying.
Merry fucking Christmas.
Day 30- Merry Fucking Christmas
Copy-pasted from my blog. Sorry for the length and potential repeat. Tl;dr: Casey's in the hospital over Christmas and my dad's a jerk.
So, Casey went to the hospital on Friday for more chemo. She'd had weird stomach pains for a few days, and they decided it was acid reflux and put her on another type of acid reflux inhibitor. Problem solved, y/y?
NO. BIG FUCKING NO. Yesterday, she was supposed to get out of the hospital, but instead started cramping up and vomiting. They thought it was new antibiotics they'd put her on, and kept her overnight. And this morning, more of the vomit. So NOW, finally, they're like "Hm. Maybe something's wrong."
So she called me to tell me. Of course I'm a moron and forgot to take my phone off silence after work last night. But basically, at least 98% of the time, I am the first person Casey calls when shit happens. The other 2% of the time is when she knows I'm at work and won't answer anyway. Shortly after talking to Casey, Dad called me. This is how that went:
Dad: "So, I got a call from Casey. And I guess she's still in the hospital." Note the period at the end of that. He was informing me that Casey is still in the hospital. Thanks, I hadn't noticed, given that she LIVES WITH ME.
Me: "Yeah. She called me earlier." Duh.
Dad: "So, she said she may not make Christmas?!" In a horrified voice. ZOMG!CHRISTMAS. It's so IMPORTANT. Much more important than cancer, amirite?
Me: "Yeah. Well, she's kind of puking..."
Dad:" Yeah, and that's important. It's okay. It'll be okay. Your health is important." Thanks for that affirmation, dad. I hadn't realized.
Okay. So. Why the fuck would Casey EVER call dad before she called me? He should know that. He ALWAYS gets information second-hand or in an email; there is no way she called him first. Thanks for informing me that my roommate is in the hospital, I hadn't noticed she wasn't here. He is so ridiculous. Like, her potentially missing CHRISTMAS?@! is what finally made him realize this is, you know, serious? OH THAT REMINDS ME. So, Casey's getting her leg amputated, right? In case you forgot. This is always a life-changing thing, and will always be considered a disability, even if there was a chance for her to get a prosthesis. Which there's not. At all, in any way, ever. Not because of a lack of technology, but more like a lack of a place to attach it and muscles to work it.
Dad sent out this email (important parts bolded):
Good news to share,
I love it when good news comes our way. Attached is a .pdf file of a letter I just received from my insurance carrier, Wellmark Blue Cross Blue Shield. From the information we were able to send in on Casey's behalf, she will be able to remain on my health care insurance as a dependent for as long as I am insured. Additionally, from what I am hearing about the health care debate, If my employer should change insurance carriers, a pre-existing condition could not be grounds for dropping.
Thank you Shelly and Paula for your care and concern in helping this happen. Although the letter describes this as a permanent disability, Casey, I cannot imagine you allowing that to hold you back in life.
Healing strength to all,
Edward
You asshole. "I don't see how a FUCKING LEG AMPUTATION could possibly be a permanent disability! This won't hold you back, despite dreams to work with big cats! LOL!" You fucking asshole. Way to be a complete dick. He's so worried about what the people at the hospital must think of him, because he's never there. He has this idea that he needs to visit despite Casey's not wanting him to just to show everyone there that he's a GOOD DAD. So instead, he sends out emails to Shelly (I don't remember what she does) and Paula (Casey's social worker at the hospital), who we barely see (I haven't seen Shelly in months) with shit like this. Which makes him look worse than if he'd just kept his mouth shut. I get that he needed to coordinate the insurance bullshit with them, but really? "Don't worry, an amputation won't hold you back in life. Neither will the fact that your chances of living past 2015 suck. LOL YOU'RE GUNNA GO FAR, KID. And if you don't, it's ALL YOUR FAULT. Your so-called disability has nothing to do with it."
What a fuckhead.
Also, one of my student loan lenders called because I'm 3 days late on a payment. This is because I don't have $90, and I applied for a deferment. Turns out I can't use that deferment form on private student loans if I'm not in school, which, of course, it didn't say on the form or website, and they didn't tell me that it was denied (they say they sent it out December 2nd. I know I never got it. Of course the beautiful postal service couldn't possibly have lost it, so I'm a poor fucking liar).
And to top it all off, I am fucking hemorrhaging out my vagina like all the uterine lining from the past 10 years of menstrual activity hadn't actually shed itself in a timely fashion. Given my cramps, I may actually be miscarrying.
Merry fucking Christmas.