Reason 157

Cross posted because I need it out there.  This was therapeutic (for one) and for two, I need to remind myself that this is the stuff going down while it’s still fresh in my mind.  Feel free to skip.

Ok, so in reality I’m not about to write 157+ reasons why life sucks, because frankly… who wants to read that?  We all have sucky parts of life, and it seems that when it rains, it pours.

Directly, it doesn’t really affect me… but indirectly, it’s all my problem to work out.

*pauses*

I should get dressed.  Be back soon…

*hour passes*

So, here’s the thing.  I’m done.  I’m ready to be done with this country and this Army.  Sometimes, you get a job and you know it’s just not for you?  Yes, well… I think that’s where we are.  Maybe it’s just Korea that has ruined the Army for us, but I doubt it if they’re all as spineless and underhanded as my husband’s command.

I wish his doctor would grow some balls.

Alex has his vasectomy a few weeks back and his EDG.  At that time the doctor was excited about the prospect of doing a selective vagotomy on Alex (it’s where they cut the nerves to his stomach to halt acid production in hopes of healing his chronic ulcers and ending his pain.  He took some biopsies to make sure that the bacteria he picked up in the field hadn’t resurfaced (as it sometime does if it’s not completely wiped out).

Fast forward to his follow up appointment.  I don’t know what my husband’s command said to him, but now the doctor is afraid to even touch my husband’s case anymore.  He is sending him off to a Korean doctor in a Korean hospital.  He changes his story from one minute to the next, and is now refusing to contact me or my husband to discuss it further.  His command says they just went down there, but never talked to the doctor.

I believe it? No.

They’re threatening this and that, and I’m just sick of it all.  I’m going to file a complaint, but I just don’t know where to start.  I might have to pack myself up on Monday and actually physically go down there.  It’s harder to ignore a person when they’re camped out in your waiting room. I will get myself in trouble for harassment if I need to.

We would have been fine with the Korean consultation if the doctor’s story hadn’t changed one moment to the next.  First he (Dr. Richard Inae… yeah, I  went there… blabbing his name out in the open) said for Alex to see the specialist and come back in 2 weeks to see him.  Dr. Inae put the ‘order’ to go off post.  Told me to call the next day to Tricare to make the appointment.  Gave me some number (that was the WRONG number).  I found my OWN number to Tricare (which I suppose I should have used for the start since 3/5 of my kids have been referred to Korean hospitals in the past few months).

So, I call.  And they’re telling me that the way the doctor put it in, it’ll be 14 business days before they even process it.  Thinking it was just put in wrong, I call the doctor’s office and politely explain.  I have only ever once ever been anything less than polite (albeit firm).

*stops to field half a dozen phone calls*

Lord Jesus.  I understand.  I can see why people give up, but damned if I will.

So, the lady at the clinic calls me back and says that the doctor is going to leave it where it is and to pretty much deal with it.  I ask her to have the doctor give me a call.  She says she will.  She doesn’t.  My husband stops in there to talk to the doctor.  At this point, we just want to know WHY.  Why he’s changed the rules to the game mid-way.  We aren’t trying to change his mind, we just want some answers.  The lady at the desk tells my husband that the doctor is NOT calling him back and that if my husband feels so strongly about talking to the doctor, that he (MY HUSBAND) can just go up to the OR and find him his-self.

Yeah.  Luckily my husband had the sense in his head to just go to his doctor’s appointment (his Sargent thinks he’s suicidal).

I finally gave up and filed an ICE complaint (it’s an Interactive Customer Evaluation).  I got two calls back, and finally the doctor called my husband back to say that he (my husband) is banned from the surgical clinic and to let our next duty station deal with my husband’s issues.

Pissed?  You bet!

My husband’s chain of command (Sargent Austin, yep I went there and called that fella out too) went to my husband’s doctor and talked to him, said that the memorandium (that Sargent Cross told us to get, but then later denied telling us to get it, and then accused my husband of jumping the chain of command and getting it).  Sargent Austin told Dr. Inae that the memo put a kink in their chapter paperwork.  Alex hasn’t even been informed that they’re chaptering him, he had to find out from his doctor.  This is getting ridiculous.

So, I filed these two ICE complaints, and on Monday I will be going down to patient advocacy.  And possibly that IG place if I could figure out where they’re hiding it and what the proper protocol is…

*breaks to breathe*

I’m just so ready to give up.  I don’t have any fight in me left, but I can’t.

Instead, I have to continue fighting this righteous fight and hope I’m making a difference.  Nothing’s going to change.  I feel so helpless.  I hate that I have to wait 2 more weeks to get in to speak to my mental health professional because there are not enough appointments to go around.  I hate that being here has really worsened my kids, gotten my husband sick.  I wish they’d quit threatening my security.

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About Kris (The Bitching Ninja)

I have a problem with everything, and a solution for nothing. Actually, most people often wonder if I'm serious or if I'm joking. Sometimes its both, sometimes it's neither. I don't set out to hurt people's feelings, and I certain don't coddle people. This isn't about you, (and I think that this is where so many people go wrong). I just write whatever sparks me at that moment. Some times, it's wonderful, gritty honesty and other times it's tired, trivial fluff. I just let the words take me.
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