This is actually akin to waiting for Godot. Unlike the two poor souls in Becket's play, though, I actually know when my wait is over. S-day is September 23. I'm going to go ahead and post, and complete/edit as we go tonight.
If the real WYFP host pops in soon, I'll happily delete. But in the meantime:
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here. Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?
I have a diagnosis. I have a date. I have a surgeon. I have a hospital, and given where I live, you can't ask for a better facility.
I also have a lawyer. But that's a separate tale, and one I don't think should be discussed, except to note his existence.
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At this point, I suppose everyone knows about the car wreck I was involved in this spring. The rear-end collision by the cellphone-yakking SUV-driving child? Yep, that one. Turns out I actually did have a serious injury, one that mere X-rays can't pick up.
A herniated disc. And that means a bundle of pinched nerves. So this is going to be really short and sweet, because even typing sets the arm on fire.
The surgeon looked at the MRI and said, "It's been over six weeks since the accident? You need surgery, it's not going to go away on its own anymore." And then he said something that made my heart fall: "You are going to be out from work until early December."
GASP........
Well, I had to tell my boss at my new job. Her response? "I need your resignation now."
So. Here I am, scheduled for surgery, with no job, a ton of the usual bills, and still unsure if the other party's insurer can be forced to play fair and cover this. But I have to do it, because if I do not, I won't be able to put in an 8-hour day ever again.
Can you tell how terrified I am???????
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Update: My arm and hand has had more than enough for one night. I'm going to go get a glass of wine and some ice cream. You guys rock. See y'all here next week, same Bat time, same Bat channel.