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Jun. 12th, 2021 11:40 pmThe ever evolving saga of my knee. So my PT was here yesterday and baffled. On Thursday the nurse called her and since she was with a patient left a message. ‘Just treat it like a total knee replacement and we faxed you.’ Well no, they didn’t fax (or at least not to the right place) and putting aside leaving a message like that is a violation of HIPAA, it also makes no sense. One if this was a total knee PT would have ended at home two weeks ago. Also total knees don’t involve braces. The therapy for a total knee is 100% different than it is for the ACL tear I have.
So we don’t do that. We try working on getting my knee to bend to 90 and to strength the quads a bit as I have pretty much met ALL my home health goals. So what I really need is a d/c order for home health and new orders, DIFFERENT orders to go to outpatient therapy to work on strengthening. I tell my brother this and he emails me back DO NOT treat this like a total knee. I’m like don’t worry, my PT said the same.
I call and leave another message saying this in a nice way to the nurse. Today I forgot my phone in my bedroom when I had breakfast. Guess what. It rings. When I go to look at the voicemail I see one from the nurse on Thursday. I had my phone then. The fucking thing went straight to voice mail for god knows what reason (dad has the same one, same service and has the same issue). I MISSED the damn call. I’m about to pull all my hair out.
The call I missed is the call I expected 4 weeks ago when I called my insurance about all the denied claims. The doctor is appealing them. Of course he is. Even the insurance said there was permission to do surgery but his office didn’t send the right paperwork. Fun times.
It's my parent's 56th wedding anniversary today. We went to my brothers. He had a bit of a oopsie this morning when the 80 gallon hot water tank broke and flooded the basement. I got overly hot sitting outside, went inside sat in the recliner. Super comfy...got stuck there. Could NOT kick the foot rest back into place. When he came in for more rye (we were drinking whistlepig rye, so good) I told him. He laughed and left me there for another ten minutes then reminded me I couldn't kick that into place before my injury (true I bailed over the arm but forgot that).
now my leg is uncomfortable and I wanted to stay up writing. Might not happen. Might just keep editing the![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
unconventionalcourtship story which is due in four days. It's a historical Prodigal Son AU that probably really needed a beta but the time line is too tight.
So we don’t do that. We try working on getting my knee to bend to 90 and to strength the quads a bit as I have pretty much met ALL my home health goals. So what I really need is a d/c order for home health and new orders, DIFFERENT orders to go to outpatient therapy to work on strengthening. I tell my brother this and he emails me back DO NOT treat this like a total knee. I’m like don’t worry, my PT said the same.
I call and leave another message saying this in a nice way to the nurse. Today I forgot my phone in my bedroom when I had breakfast. Guess what. It rings. When I go to look at the voicemail I see one from the nurse on Thursday. I had my phone then. The fucking thing went straight to voice mail for god knows what reason (dad has the same one, same service and has the same issue). I MISSED the damn call. I’m about to pull all my hair out.
The call I missed is the call I expected 4 weeks ago when I called my insurance about all the denied claims. The doctor is appealing them. Of course he is. Even the insurance said there was permission to do surgery but his office didn’t send the right paperwork. Fun times.
It's my parent's 56th wedding anniversary today. We went to my brothers. He had a bit of a oopsie this morning when the 80 gallon hot water tank broke and flooded the basement. I got overly hot sitting outside, went inside sat in the recliner. Super comfy...got stuck there. Could NOT kick the foot rest back into place. When he came in for more rye (we were drinking whistlepig rye, so good) I told him. He laughed and left me there for another ten minutes then reminded me I couldn't kick that into place before my injury (true I bailed over the arm but forgot that).
now my leg is uncomfortable and I wanted to stay up writing. Might not happen. Might just keep editing the
unconventionalcourtship story which is due in four days. It's a historical Prodigal Son AU that probably really needed a beta but the time line is too tight.