Old Biddy Must Be Revolving In Her Web of Deceit

You might recall how Hick got the night-time gabapentin that stops frayed nerves from needling him. And how he was supposed to have a referral to a pain clinic for a shot in his spine. AND how after two weeks of not hearing from either the pain clinic nor the back doctor, he called. Got the runaround. Found out nothing had been done. And the one guy there at the back doctor's office who seems dependable said he'd take care of the pain clinic and the about-to-run-out nerve medicine.

Well. I'm sure you will be absolutely SHOCKED to hear that on Friday, with less than a week of his medicine left, Hick had to call again to find out the status of his appointment and prescription. He got through to the pain clinic, who said they had no appointment for him, and that they were booked-up until mid-August. Hick insisted that they find a way to see him, because of the medicine running out, and it being almost 30 days since he was told he'd be seeing the pain doctor. 

Turns out they could do nothing, except give him an appointment on Monday at their office deeper into the city. Of course Hick jumped on that appointment.

"All of this I been through, with the referrals, and the gal gave me two-page questionnaire to fill out about stuff that don't even apply to me. Like if I had an opioid addiction. What does that have to do with getting a shot in my spine? And that new medicine isn't even a painkiller. It's a nerve-number. I didn't fill it out! I gave it back to her and told her I left it blank, because that's not why I was there. She just said OK.

The doctor said that they had me down and were planning to get me an appointment for the end of August, because I needed to see the pain counselor first. I told him I couldn't wait that long, and that my medicine was running out in three days. He said, 'Oh, I can give you a prescription for that. What are you doing, taking it three times a day?' I told him NO, it was ONCE a day, at night. So he wrote it for that. Then he said they should be able to work me in for the shot, and they would call me."

"Good luck with THAT. And you probably could have agreed to the three times a day, and gotten a supply that would last you three months!"

"Yeah. I didn't think of that. Anyway, I checked with the pharmacy on the way home this afternoon, and they had no record of my refills. I guess I'll go by there tomorrow and check again, before I call the office and complain."

I guess that Hick's luck is turning, now that he doesn't have to go through Old Biddy at the back doctor's office. His prescription was ready on Tuesday, and the pain clinic called with an appointment for his shot on WEDNESDAY! Hick was flabbergasted. 

"See how quick they can get me in when nobody else is involved?"

"Yeah. I still think Old Biddy is messing with your medical care!"

So odd that nothing goes right for Hick's appointments when Old Biddy is in charge. I'm not shy about making accusations, false or reality-based! Old Biddy must be sabotaging Hick on purpose, or is a real butterfingers in handling only Hick's appointments and records. Not just a butterfingers. Her hands must be slathered with butter, Crisco, bacon grease, vegetable oil, that grease that goes through a goose, and the stuff they coat the flagpole with at the county fair just before folks try to climb it and grab the $100-bill at the top.