Month: November 2015

To ObamaCare and pals,

Y’all suck! For two hours, I’ve failed to set-up a follow-up appointment!

I called 1-888-334-1000 at 0820 0821 0853 0904 0913 in the morning. I was following the “Instructions from your Hospital Care Team”. With the last call, I learned that they set-up appointments within forty-eight hours of the expected visit.

After pressing many prompts, I called Member Services at 800-260-2055. The representative said she only set-up appointments for this plan and not from the contact information listed on my discharge papers from the emergency room yesterday.

At 0944 0942 (with 1425 yesterday), I then called my PCP Phone 408-272-6300 on the front of my “card” as an alternative to seeking an appointment. None was available to answer. I had to leave a voicemail message, which cannot be returned promptly due to unexpectedly high call volumes!

So if y’all can just rebuke this failed system, I wanna seek better service, regardless if it’s free or not. If I called my previous PCP and paid outta pocket cash, I’d have my call answered promptly and appointment confirmed quickly.

But since ObamaCare didn’t allow for me to keep my previous primary care physician, I was forced to use the services as assigned by the Department of Health Services via the County of Santa Clara.

As a result, I want y’all to fix this system because I could be bleeding to death internally and there is no way I’d be checked up. No one looked into my eyes, ear, or nose to see if there’s anything bleeding.

Yesterday, because of the construction and blockage of the main entrance to the emergency room, there was no transport service for wheelchairs. So for those bold souls who drove self to patient drop-off parking areas, it’s impossible to pass through the emergency doors without walking through construction sites!

And while checking in and waiting in the emergency room, no wheelchairs was provided! I had landed on both wrists and was in pain while using Mom’s old crutches with difficulty!

Further, the radiologist didn’t lift up the foot rests and I plopped down incorrectly on the wheelchair. And while being called into the emergency bed, letter A printed on regular white paper and attached to the wall with clear tape, there was no wheelchair to the bed or from the bed!

The transporter, Yoshi who goes to school and works here, arrived promptly, though Dina G the physician assistant (PA) and Dorothy D the licenced vocational nurse (LVN) didn’t know the arrival time of the transport.

So that’s my experience with the medical service provided by Santa Clara VMC. It’s fair but I don’t like it due to lack of refinement and other high expectations.

Since I haven’t used ObamaCare ever before, I cannot give this a letter grade. But it passes for minimal service but fails to exceed in excellence due to free services as expected versus paying in cold hard cash.

With lots of cat scratches,

Evil Kitty

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Well after last night’s rosary and while suffering in delayed pain, I’m still awake! Mom awoke at three and spoke for one hour. She’s now back to bed.

After relying to the courtesy reminder for natural remedy, I got up, hobbled on both feet with a regular walking stick, and crawled upstairs on my elbows and knees to fetch my stash. I got up incorrectly and launched with my bad ankle. Idiot. Then I sat down on each stairway step and made my way towards the first floor.

I normally scoop two heaping teaspoons of the organic sulfur into a drinking container, mix quickly with my plastic straw, stuck up the bitter “herb” with the straw, and wash down the rest with more water. But I gagged on the liquid and peed in my underwear! I hobbled carefully to the toilet nearby and relieved myself.

As I lay wide awake and blog, the pain in the right ankle has spread! Frack! The bubble which was kept compressed with wrapping came back, though elevation on the adjustable bed didn’t help much.

Take me now Lawd! Frack!

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With the double digits of ones and twos being finished yesterday, hopefully this morning will improve. I’ve got turkey to prepare and other chores.

With regards to ISIS, that’s a moon goddess according to a recent blogger post. So, any recruit wishing to join ISIS need not travel to the Middle East. Lots of Asians follow the moon cycle. Perhaps, y’all may wish to convert to Buddhism, for example, and find your inner “god” without blowing up yourselves needlessly. Idiot humanz.

My old nagging thoughts indicated that this alleged Muslim organization is not only tyrannical for thousands of year as per online articles, but it’s a move to “convert” America away from greed of capitalism and unholy practices of slaughtering my piggies and towards communism, courtesy of the socialist, if not communist agenda of China and Russia via the moon following mobs, to better manage the millions of humanz on Native territory.

As for ObamaCare, Das Squirrel mentioned how the bio-pharmaceutical industries were forced to be transparent with their manufactured drugs. In this example, that’s a good move.

In yesterday’s example of my using the Medi-Cal membership for the first time EVER since ObamaCare was established whatever, my personal experience was VERY positive. I got treated normally and was seen by an attending female doctor, who was Muslim!

For me, that’s a positive spiritual symbolism behind the inner workings. She wore her normal dark blue medic bunny suit, but had her beautiful face exposed yet wore tightly a black veil. Her name was Dina G.

At 0018, my incoming thought “heard” djinn, like Din G, eh. Again, this is a special message unto moi. Praise unto Allah and pals for healing! I felt several waves of “shifting” upon my right leg area below the right knee about one hour so before this blog.

Again, folks y’all need not be offended or threatened for seeking help or asylum or refuge. Just take care of your human forms and each others. Just ask the spiritual brothers known as Jesus, Saul, and pals for assistance, too. That’s all y’all need to know in getting along.

“Allah-Loo-Yah” Correction from my earlier post, not the letter “l” – the choral tongue doesn’t pronounce the letter “r” in the word “are”, as in the song “All Are Welcome”. Get it? No? Never mind!

Also, en route to the emergency, I quieted my thoughts and the spiritual brothers indicated through an inner mental voice that my accident was a sprain. I sensed that truth, which isn’t written in books or Bibles. But I needed to feel extra assured and had to get an xray done.

If y’all are gonna bill me later for services rendered, so be it. But I’m feeling my system lockup with subtle aches and pains from the undiagnosed soft tissue damage throughout my system shock.

My pain pills are working. But the soreness still prevails in my neck, tail butt, rotor cuffs, and wrists. I’m doomed to self-rehabilitation all over again. Sheesh.

My brother and I arrived home at around past 1900 last night. We ate dinner. He washed the dishes. Mom and Dad were busy peeling persimmon fruits. My brother helped to drop-off my 600 mg pain killers and anti-inflammatory prescription such Costco. I showered to remove hospital cooties. My parents helped fetched my requests. We prayed our rosary while I was slowly being sedated, of which I snapped outta it after one hour of powerful liver work. And my parents yakked so more while I was realigning my system and spine and loosened parts. I’m still seems correcting my latest blog post entry.

I only scanned part one of ten sections of Dad’s diary year 1966 before Dad and I worked on using the circular saw to level down a tall table to its counterpart and before my backyard accident.

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Woo! Hoo! After being admitted to the emergency room since 1648, I’m waiting for the xray results since 1717 on my right ankle. I’m using my Medi-Cal membership for the first time, EVER!

At around 1400, I slipped and fell on my buttocks and both wrist palm sections. I felt a cracking sensation inside my right ankle as my right foot slipped from underneath my fatness.

I floated onto the cement and felt our ginger rocks upon my back. I used the word floated because both my mother and brother have fallen but escaped serious injuries. Hmm.

Dad tried to help but I rolled over and hobbled carefully, knowing the pain would be felt later, like now! I was smiling and stunned that I felt no pain while lying in the crook of our cement water gutter.

Prior to 1425, Mom helped ice and bandage the affected right ankle. I felt sedated and helpless on her adjustable bed, which was elevated one inch above the heart. That’s what happens without family or friends – no help when I’ve fallen and couldn’t get up.

At 1505, the PCP doctor returned my call after I left a message with the answering service due to member services was closed. I asked for her advice and she left the decision up to me.

As a precaution, I decided to check into the emergency after my younger brother offered to assist my parents. Mom called him, though Dad was slow in getting ready to drive me. Bless his kind soul. He’s here waiting too.

So that’s how poor folks are processed on the system. I have my white plastic admission wrist badge on my left wrist. The pain is handled with the earlier ingestion of 650 mg Tylenol arthritis tablets, taken with banana as something in my stomach.

I’m hoping the processing system would be expedited, so I could go home and reassure my parents that I’m fine and able to serve as geriatric, un-compassionate service specialist. I don’t know if my tendons and ligaments are affected. The xray only shows possible bone fractures.

Thanks, ObamaCare! I’m suffering in silence here. I need to elevate my lower extremities at home soon because there’s a bulge that formed over the upper right sector of the midline ankle and the outer rounded bone.

Hurry! Hurry! My neck and buttock hurt white sitting on this black, wire mesh chair! OMG!

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Well, I’ve competed scanning Diaries by Dad dated from 1961 through 1966, except 1965, which could be done in one hour, if only these two elderly old farts go to bed and sleep! For these old, very thin papers, I had no choice but to use the platen of my bulky-ass Canon PIXMA. I could hug my bulky-ass fax, printer, scanner equipment!

Pulled dream here.

20151118-1831. Hey, Jeb! You have no chance. Please quit like the rest. This has been a courtesy fyi from Mutha Fucka.

20151118-1811. My incoming thought indicated to outlaw burka, except beautiful veils in rainbow colors. I love rainbows!

20151117-1853. My incoming thought about Trump and destroying mosques on Americanized soil indicated y’all are idiots! Y’all may start with Louis Farrakhan and others who spew uprisings. Any refugees would be welcomed as long as they don’t mess up the constitution and the government. Yup.

20151117-1849. Reduce the Mosque buildings to rubble anon. Y’all may wanna deport Muslims and any crazy and stupid humanz who take advantage of the entitlements and benefits of government. For example, Edna told Mom that she hates Filipinos who claim disability towards their retirement. They’d drink sugar to spike their blood level. Haha.

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