In the last 5 appointments with my VA quack, he managed to show up for 2. I had substitute quacks for 2 a d I got the cancellation notice in the mail for the other one the next day.
These appointments were at the Dallas VA.
At the March 3rd appointment, I complained about shortness of breath and having to rest on the way down the hall. My quack seemed to blow off the issue even though he knows I have a tendency for congestive heart failure.
Mar h 5th I drove had a lovely ride in the back of an ambulance. The guys in the ambulance remembered me from 2 years ago and started telling me the jokes I had told them.
Anyway the ER said I needed a cardio quack which resulted in my 4th stent and a rotor rooter job on one of the others.
Needless to say, this pissed me off that my VA quack didn't do something on the 3rd. So because he did that, missed 3 appointments in a row and had me on the wrong insulin for several years; I fired his ass. I transferred up to the Plano clinic which is 4 or 5 stoplights from home.
Also, I went to the ER in may and found out I need my gallbladder removed. My surgeon for that needs the okay from my cardiologist, the younger Dougie Howser, before he will slice and dice on me.
Before that happens I need a defibulater installed. This brings us to today.
I was supposed to have my 1st face to face with my new VA PC quack. Nope the are only doing tele appointments.
They might as well do them by mail. They can't do an exam over the phone.
I need to see him face to face, go over med changes, see which meds I can get from the VA etc. I also have a appointment with the electrician to schedule that surgery tomorrow pm.
Needless to say I am (insert whatever word you think is appropriate) at the VA about this. All my other doctors have bee been able to see me in person during the covid panic. The VA was able to do my blood tests during this time, twice.
I'm starting to think I should have joined the Legion Etranger. I do speak some French.
Anyway this rant has had a calming effect. Probably just a placebo.
These appointments were at the Dallas VA.
At the March 3rd appointment, I complained about shortness of breath and having to rest on the way down the hall. My quack seemed to blow off the issue even though he knows I have a tendency for congestive heart failure.
Mar h 5th I drove had a lovely ride in the back of an ambulance. The guys in the ambulance remembered me from 2 years ago and started telling me the jokes I had told them.
Anyway the ER said I needed a cardio quack which resulted in my 4th stent and a rotor rooter job on one of the others.
Needless to say, this pissed me off that my VA quack didn't do something on the 3rd. So because he did that, missed 3 appointments in a row and had me on the wrong insulin for several years; I fired his ass. I transferred up to the Plano clinic which is 4 or 5 stoplights from home.
Also, I went to the ER in may and found out I need my gallbladder removed. My surgeon for that needs the okay from my cardiologist, the younger Dougie Howser, before he will slice and dice on me.
Before that happens I need a defibulater installed. This brings us to today.
I was supposed to have my 1st face to face with my new VA PC quack. Nope the are only doing tele appointments.
They might as well do them by mail. They can't do an exam over the phone.
I need to see him face to face, go over med changes, see which meds I can get from the VA etc. I also have a appointment with the electrician to schedule that surgery tomorrow pm.
Needless to say I am (insert whatever word you think is appropriate) at the VA about this. All my other doctors have bee been able to see me in person during the covid panic. The VA was able to do my blood tests during this time, twice.
I'm starting to think I should have joined the Legion Etranger. I do speak some French.
Anyway this rant has had a calming effect. Probably just a placebo.