So close... yet..

I'm beginning to sound like a broken record and by no means does it put a smile on my face. No sooner had I informed my family and finalized preparations AGAIN for my surgery did I get the dreaded call. It was at the end of a long hard day at the ER and often I'm in areas where I don't get reception. I was walking to my car around 1900 ( 7 pm for you civilians ) when all the sudden I got notification of a voicemail. Honestly my stomach dropped into my toes... my presurgery was the next day and somehow I just knew that it was that call. All it said was to call... nothing more and that the office would be closing at 1700 and opening at 0730 the next day. Nice.

So I call the next morning... after having no sleep mind you even with sleep meds. And it's my worst fear. Some Doc whom I've never met has decided that need ANOTHER opinion, but it was not certain as to when that would happen. Instead of wallowing (that comes later) I throwing on a uniform and run down to the hospital determined to yell. I made a pit stop with my doc and change plans and go to the ER to talk to our OIC ( Officer in Charge; head Doc) and also our department director who was there as well to explain the wall I was hitting. I refused to be on meds the rest of my but yet it felt like the Army knew of only one way to treat; symptomatically. Basically I needed an advocate with power. So he took my info and sent me home and said it would be handled that day. No more that a few hours later did I get a call informing me of an appointment at Wright-Patterson AFB in Ohio with Neurosurgery there.

It just sucks it had to go to those lengths. On the day I was told my surgery was canceled I was told I could write an appeal letter to the disapproving authority but I knew it would get denied. This person has know idea about my quality of life, about my daily headaches, the severe limit in activities or the strain on my family. If anyone should decide it should be left to my physician. But that takes logic and well lets face it... Army. All but our OIC. I am very thankful for that man. He helped me so that Steve can go with me to my Appointment too. Especially since I have to drive. Yikes! Doc wants to give me something to help my neck muscles relax in the car and driving would be a bad idea.

Well I'm done rambling. Just thought I'd give a quick update!