So for the 2 weeks or so, my back has been killing me. Like, hurting bad and I cannot find out why.
Friday I get a letter in the mail from the VA. They evaluated my claims for PTSD and back injuries sustained in Iraq. They admitted and support my PTSD Claim (woo) and admit that their are back injuries. bad back injuries. but since I am not limited by my mobility or in 'a significant amount of pain', I get no treatment just yet.
I apparently have a grade 1 slip of my L5/S1. Lucky fuckin me. I left messages all week long with the VA to get a doctors appointment and finally some lady calls back and says, "you need to schedule an appointment with a new doctor... we changed your primary care provider." FUCKIN BITCH!!!
At that point I started praying. About 2 seconds later the phone rang and it was a nurse. long story short, she heard my messages and wanted to make sure I was okay. I told her my situation and she took care of everything, and found where the foul-up was taking place. God bless that woman. So now im still waiting for the docs to get me into the hospital to get me a CAT scan and start me on some type of physical therapy. Grrr... I hate being broken.
Friday I get a letter in the mail from the VA. They evaluated my claims for PTSD and back injuries sustained in Iraq. They admitted and support my PTSD Claim (woo) and admit that their are back injuries. bad back injuries. but since I am not limited by my mobility or in 'a significant amount of pain', I get no treatment just yet.
I apparently have a grade 1 slip of my L5/S1. Lucky fuckin me. I left messages all week long with the VA to get a doctors appointment and finally some lady calls back and says, "you need to schedule an appointment with a new doctor... we changed your primary care provider." FUCKIN BITCH!!!
At that point I started praying. About 2 seconds later the phone rang and it was a nurse. long story short, she heard my messages and wanted to make sure I was okay. I told her my situation and she took care of everything, and found where the foul-up was taking place. God bless that woman. So now im still waiting for the docs to get me into the hospital to get me a CAT scan and start me on some type of physical therapy. Grrr... I hate being broken.
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I hope you have better luck with the doctors, the trick is to keep pestering them and get louder if you have to. I practically had to start screaming in the hallway to get someone to listen to me when my human got sick.
Hope everything tuns out allright, are you at least on some meds or seeing someone for the PTSD? If not try and find a free clinic or social worker to see you asap until the VA gives you someone to speak with.
I'm part Cherokee and don't celebrate Thanksgiving, I have been to some Thanksgiving protests though. Other than that it is just another day.