Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Whelp, took a long time for the Tampa VA to fuck things up, but, like all “good things”, this week the sterling record they with Me had come to an end.
Nothing overly dramatic per se… just some major pain-in-the-ass inconveniences that I could have done without. I went into the Online App to check to make sure that they had gotten my ‘script riflls needed message… to which I got a “Because you missed your last three month Opioid Check In appointment, you’re cut off untill we see you!
Of course I was like WTF, and went to check my appointments, and man, WTF are they taliking about!?! Shit sez I completed the July one… so I opened a couple of tabs, and went to get some screenshots to argue my case, ‘cos man, I hate withdrawals. I don’t get them bad, think “bad hangover” level, but still, if I can avoid it, I most certainly will. So, the issue and “Big Thing” that pissed me off was they, while I was in the appointment tracking App went in and started changing some of my past appointments to show that I was a no show.
I have the screen shots as, like I said, I was in confirming some info, (my appointments in ‘MyHealthE-Vet App/Website) and as I got screenshot #1 for proof that I –had– been there, and completed the appointment successfully and was marked thusly, (God love the snipping tool) when, while I was in the App, the appointment changed from “Completed” to NO SHOW.
People have gone to jail for shit like that.
I got multiple screenshots as well, ‘cos the appointment in question? My 3 month Opioid Follow up. Gotta prove I’m taking them, not selling, and that my body is handling it.
Fill a cup too, showing that I’m being a ‘good lil junkie’ and that I am pissing hot as opposed to making… what is it now? Like $30 a pill? selling them? Only reason I know the price point is back in the day when they wouldn’t give them to me, I had to ‘outsource’ my supply of ‘critical infrastructure support’ so to speak….
FedGov Meddling donchaknow?
I miss one appointment as a No Show and I’m fucked.
And for my raggedy broken blown up ass? Sorry, no matter what sort of JuJu people recommend, I know at this point what works for my carcass. Took me years to get them to finally admit that this’s what I needed. I know it’s a ‘case-by-case’ thing, and all the stories of “The VA is handing out opioids like Pez!!! So much it confused John Wilder!!!” To me?
Not so much.
Literally like pulling toofuses with my Leatherman. To the point if any medication, no matter how new, experimental yadda yadda… even if it wasn’t meant for pain, but had “pain relieving side effects” to include some really fucked up head meds, they put me on it.
And that was a problem… as my casaba? Well, lets just say the grey matter in the brain-housing group is… shall we say highly sensitive to some meds… as in some made me sooooo depressed I was listening to the Smiths, and XWife wanted to know why I had switched to wearing all black all the time and reading Friedrich Nietzsche nonstop…
On the flip side? Some of them?
Think “Predator” Level Ragebeast… Homicidally so.
Doctors at the Pain Clinic Consult:
Doc#1: “Well Doctor, the medication you want to put this veteran on has potential side effects to include homicidal tendencies. He’s a 10 year former Airborne Infantryman, who’s been a mercenary alllllll over the Middle East for the past 12 years He also is 6’4, 320 pounds, and leg presses almost half a ton and his last deadlift was almost 380… do you think we have to worry?
I called the VA Advocate for whatever good it was going to do me, and for my (making) trouble I had to go in today for a repeat of July’s appointment. Meh… reason I’m so pissed is if they did this to me, how many others are getting fucked with who are not as ‘flexible’ as I am right? Because my “Boss is a GOD” at Peoples Glorious Tractor Factory, I can punch in and out, and make up my time, as long as I get my forty each week.
So when I called the Advocate, who was a nice guy
End of the day, He’s system. He’s still the FedGov. The fucking enemy. A big provable part of my case with the Advocate was I was able to point out the whole time I lived in Tennessee, I never once missed a three-month appointment. Lord knows they tried to gaslight me into the “maybe you forgot!”
Bitch, I might be deaf, half blind, shot to fucking ribbons, driven by purely Monster, Stackers, Coffee and Hate, but I never miss what I call my “dope appointment”. To the point of making the every, fucking. three. month. fucking. drive. back. to. fucking. Florida. from Buttfuck Tennessee, and fucking back, without fail…
So, the deal was, I make todays appointment, which I did, and they’d make sure I don’t go “Trainspotting” Fucking cost me $30 in Uber fare as G was out of the house up helping Mom and Dad, and Sapper was at work.
Anyways, I’m good now… Had another appointment they made for me, back to back, as I needed a biopsy….
Yeah… might have a touch of the Cancer again, tho a very small issue for me… these are some skin issues… MoleMoleMole stuff that’re getting a bit painfully agressive, as I never wore sunscreen in the Middle East like a tard, and being the Whyttest Whytteboi alive (maggotbelly colored for real) I got burned up really badly on multiple occasions…
Cut ’em all off, and call it a day… after the left airbag carved out of me with a Orange-Sized Tooomah? Skin Cancer?
So more later gang.