All About G

Since you’re too much of an immature asshole to wait for me to reply to your 10-year old-like outburst, I’ll say what I have to say here.

You said I “threw a compliment back in your face”? How the hell is “why do you wear such skimpy clothing?” a compliment? You implied that I’m trampy! And, for your information, I’m definitely NOT FUCKING TRAMPY YOU ASSHOLE. Oh, and in case you didn’t get it the first time, I DON’T wear “skimpy clothing”. The clothing I wear is perfectly FINE. Since you’re too blind to tell, my Myspace default pic is a picture of me showing off my NEW BATHING SUIT! How is a bikini skimpy?! YOU WEAR IT IN PUBLIC.

The next thing I am going to confront; all of your insults. I’m sorry, I don’t care how pissed off you are at me; I don’t take being called a “fucking whore” all too well. I’m not a whore. I don’t date just anymore, and I most certainly don’t fuck just anyone either. Oh and, I’m not going to die any time soon, I’m not going to hell (but YOU probably will), I’m not worthless nor am I a piece of shit.

Among other things, of the two of us, I think YOU’RE the one who’s wasted MY time. I didn’t realize how much of a PMSing bitch you were, and I didn’t realize that you’d flip out over the TINIEST things/nothing like some pre-pubescent loser. You have no right to tell me never to talk to you again. I’M THE ONE WHO WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU, AND YOU NEVER FUCKING TALK TO ME AGAIN. Until you actually GROW THE FUCK UP AND ACT YOUR AGE, I don’t want to deal with you. You’re not 12 anymore, you’re 20-21. You’re an adult; ACT LIKE ONE.

Comments (1) May 05 2009

Because Bassett is full of shit. Bullshit, in fact.

Bassett has a hell of a lot of nerve saying that they’re a reliable health care service. Ha! All they really care about is making as much money as they can; they don’t care about what the patient wants. They only want the patient to be obedient and do whatever they say.

Anyway, I’ve completely lost all respect for Kelly, the doctor who was supposed to set me up with a referral to the orthopedic in Buffalo. I take back everything I said about her being “willing to help me.”

When I had gone to see her on Wednesday… well a couple of weeks ago, I had asked if she could refer me out to the Dr. Bisson in Buffalo, because I felt that someone who had published research on clavicle osteonomies would definitely know what he was doing, and I wanted to be positively sure that the surgeon who was going to operate on me wasn’t going to kill me for not knowing what he was doing.

A couple of days later, my mom called me to let me know that Kelly had received the medical information from Ithaca Orthopedic Group. The message passed to me was “Kelly wants to refer you to one of the Bassett orthopedics in Oneonta but if you want to be referred out to the orthopedic in Buffalo, she’ll see what she can do.”

So I had given their office a call, letting them know “I would like to be referred to the orthopedic in Buffalo, kthnkbai.” And they seemed perfectly fine with it, though Barbara had said “Kelly would really like for you to see one of the orthopedics in Oneonta first,” but I made it very clear that they weren’t needed. So they said that they’d work on getting the referral for me.

Anyway, on Friday, I was awoken my a call on my cell phone. This time, it was Connie, one of Kelly’s nurses. She told me that Kelly “couldn’t refer me out to Buffalo because it was out of her network, buuuuuut she could still refer me to one of the orthopedics at the Bassett center in Oneonta.”

At the time, I told her I’d “get back to her later.”

Earlier today, mom called up GHI inquiring about the network. And, as I thought before, it’s statewide. Nothing is stopping Kelly from making that referral, because Dr. Bisson IS in the GHI network. So, after I found out this info, I called the office once again. Barbara was the one who answered the phone, and the conversation went as thus:

“Hi, I’m Regina Baker. I was called a couple of days ago about the referral to Buffalo.”

“Okay, hold on one moment.”

*on hold*

“Hello Regina? Connie’s not available right now.”

“That’s okay. Anyway, I was told by Connie that Kelly couldn’t make the referral because it was out of her network. But I made a call to GHI today and I was told that I can be referred to anyone in the state who takes GHI. So… can Kelly refer me out to the doctor in Buffalo, please?”

“Kelly left a message saying that she wasn’t comfortable with that referral.”

“… Is that so.”

“She’s had a lot of success with referrals to the orthopedics in Bassett’s Oneonta Center.”

“Yea, but those doctors can’t help me. The reason why I wanted to be referred to the doctor in Buffalo is because he can help me.”

“Kelly isn’t willing to make a referral out to that doctor.”

“Really. And, if you don’t mind me asking, why is that?”

“I don’t know, ma’am. But if you’d like, I can leave a message for her to see if she’ll make the referral anyway.”

“Yes, you go do that. Thank you.”

“Bye.”

*hangs up without responding*

That stupid bitch Kelly isn’t willing to make that SIMPLE referral, because Dr. Bisson isn’t in the Bassett network, therefore Bassett won’t be making any money. So she’d rather send me to a useless orthopedic just so the company can leech more insurance money from me. She’d rather make more money than help me fix my problem. And all she needs to do is fill out ONE STINKING REFERRAL, and send it to Dr. Bisson! And schedule me an appointment! And how do I know that’s the reason? Not just because of other experiences our family has had with stupid Bassett doctors, but because the specific quote “Kelly isn’t willing to refer you out to Buffalo.” and how they kept pushing to get me to go to the stupid Oneonta center to see their doctors who won’t be able to do SHIT!

Fuck you! I’m not going to let you pull me away from where I know I’m going to go. I don’t give two craps if you’d rather I see your orthopedics. I’M NOT GONNA GO SEE ‘EM! I know Dr. Bisson is gonna be the best doctor who can help me, and so I’m gonna go see him, and if you aren’t going to give me that simple referral, then I’m gonna find someone who will!

And already, I’ve found a local doctor who owns a private practice, and is an independent. Therefore, he won’t get on my god damn case about seeing a “specific doctor” and that bullshit. I’m sure he’ll give me the referral I need, for sure. Hell, I probably can get the referral from Dr. Krauss when I got see Laurie at the Ortho Group here in Ithaca.

As for Bassett? Well, they can all go kill themselves. I’m NEVER gonna see ANY Bassett doctors for as long as I live.

Comments (3) Apr 07 2009

(I may or may not regret this later…) I was just going to silently fume about it and eventually get over it, but I really need to get this off of my chest. And the guy I’m writing about may or may not read this, I guess at this point I don’t really care.

Peter, I don’t care if you think my opinions are warped and insane. I don’t really care if you’re right and I’m wrong. What I do care about is when you call me stupid. Regardless of what my tweets earlier did to have an affect upon your opinion of my smarts, I’ll tell you right now, I’m far from stupid. And I particularly don’t appreciate you calling me that.

Twitter is awesome for talking about simple things, but you can’t have a real discussion on it, especially when you have a lot to say. 140 characters just doesn’t do it. So I’ll write down here what I was trying to say there. Read it, don’t read it. Change your mind about my opinion, or don’t, whatever. But, honestly, even though I don’t even know who you are, it hurt when you called me stupid.

This is what I think; this world is fucked over. Our nation is fucked. It has been for years. This recession isn’t the start of it, nor is it the ending. And we have, more or less, been digging this grave for ourselves for a great deal of time. It’s because the people that lead us are a pack of retards and the majority of people in this country are retarded. The way big corporations were, and still are, being retarded with their money, and the way the government kept turning what seemed like a permanent blind eye, the economy was doomed to fuck up. I look at it, and this all reminds me of the Gilded Age back in the early 1900’s, when corporations had the government more or less wrapped around their fingers. Nowadays, the gov’t cares about the big businesses, they don’t want to do anything that would hinder the big businesses, and they ignore us, let alone the small businesses and micro businesses. And even though it was clear that the corporations, and Wall st., needed regulation, the gov’t kept saying “lasseiz faire, lasseiz faire,” like they thought what they did a century ago would actually work this time around.

Of course, we all know how it ended at the end of the Roaring Twenties, with a depression that so far has yet to be beat. Until maybe now.

Now everyone’s saying “Oh, we need to regulate this and regulate that, and we’ll make sure that this never happens again.” It’s more than that, though. The higher ups need to acknowledge small businesses and how they play a major role in the economy. That’s what I was trying to say before when I said that they’re thinking is old-fashioned. Times are changing, things are changing, and in order to keep up with this change, we need to adapt our thoughts, and up until now (unless Obama indeed turns out to be full of shit like you say he is) no one has done that.

Concerning the New World Order… Our country, and pretty much every other country in the world, relies on everyone else to get by. A lot of our economy relies on the economies of the countries we do business with, essentially. Interdependence and all that; how countries depend on other countries. We’re more or less globalized to a tee. So, if the economies of other countries starts going down the shitter, and if the global economy in general is going down the shitter, then logically our economy will go down the shitter too. And unless we cut off all ties from the rest of the world and go back to our Pre-World War I, pre-internationalistic ways, I highly doubt that we’ll be able to make a comeback here on the homefront without doing something to repair the global economy.

The G20 conference may have seemed like a meet and greet and/or a waste of time, but for a long time, the United States has been more or less the world leader. And, well, looking back at what Bush put us through, and how things started fucking up, and especially considering how interdependent we are presently, I sort of feel like a balancing of powers was inevitable. China, Britain, etc, are becoming superpowers… actually it’s more like they’re superpowers already. And they more or less had to deal with whatever we did when we wanted to do it. The Iraq War (the biggest waste of time ever) was just one example of it. With the way Obama approached this conference, and promoted this NWO, everyone’s on the same level, and yea, they’re all trying to fix the “failed capitalism” and whatnot, but in a more broad sense, it’s better to have the countries collaborating than having one country boss the others around. That would eventually blow up in our face, I’m sure. That’s what I was trying to say when I meant that the NWO might not be such a bad thing.

And yes, I agree that our system of capitalism is retarded. But, it’s not capitalism as a whole that’s failed. We can still keep using it if we just cut out the pieces that are tripping us constantly.

I personally think that the real problem is credit. You give your debt to someone else in exchange for some more debt from some other person. It’s almost like we’re not even using money to buy things anymore; we’re using debt. The higher ups want us to keep borrowing and borrowing, and seriously, that’s the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of. Borrowing? Why not use real money that we actually have. Because of everyone’s hyperactive borrowing, the economy for the longest time looked like it was going stellar (though in reality, out wallets were showing otherwise). And then the borrowing and debt caught up with us all, and look at were we are now. You want to eliminate this whole damn problem? Eliminate credit. Let’s make it so that we pay with our OWN money, that we KNOW we have, instead of paying with essentially nothing. (This was another thing I was talking about with the old-fashioned thinking; that the gov’t wants us to use credit, even though it blew up in our faces in the late 1920’s, and it’s obviously doing it again now).

That may have looked like rambling, and since I suck at transitions, it might as well be rambling, but this is the gist of what I wanted to say on Twitter. See what I meant when I said it’s hard to have a really good discussion? Sometimes, I have a lot to say — this happened to be one of those times.

You can still think my opinions are completely irrelevant to reality. And you can still be right about all of this. You may or may not read this post, and you may or may not comment and whatnot. But I wanted to just make something clear; I’m not a stupid person. Please don’t call me stupid. I don’t really appreciate being humiliated for trying to voice my opinion.

Comments (3) Apr 04 2009

A bit delayed, seeing that my internet was back last Wednesday, but since I now have the time and the energy to actually post something, I’m finally here, posting something.

So first off, to reassure anyone who was worried about it, my knee’s fine. The doctor I saw told me that it was just a minor strain and so long as I iced i and used my brace, I’d be fine. And my knee’s doing good now too. Which is awesome, seeing as how I have a soccer game tonight.

Of course, G wouldn’t be G without fucking something else up to make up for the healed injury; I went ahead and re-fractured my tailbone Thursday night after I tripped over a guy that I had knocked over 5 seconds before (he’s cute too, lol). Wonderful stuff let me tell you.

Moving on… the doctor I saw on Wednesday I also saw to see if I can get started on correcting my clavicle. I know that you readers have probably read about this whole fiasco, and I’ll let you know, I’ve made some more progress. The doctor was perfectly willing to help me out, and I had to sign three different release forms so the doctor can get all the medical information that’s been accumulated over the years. Once she reviews that info, she’d be able to refer me, and not just to any doctor, but the doctor I was wanted to go to! This makes me a lot happier than I was when I started out on this nightmare of an adventure.

Infant’s still an infant… I don’t know how many of you actually know who I’m talking about, but to summarize, he’s very retarded and immature, hence why I call him Infant. I sorta feel like I need to slap him around to get it through his thick skull that there is no way in all hell I would EVER go out with him. Even if he was the last man on earth, I wouldn’t even contemplate it. I’d probably kill myself instead.

In other news, the sun burned me, again. So now I’m gonna actually be careful in the early track season when I’m out in the sun for 8 hours non stop (I was working at the meet as opposed to actually competing). Other than that, I’ve been putting the lotion on the affected areas and whatnot. Hopefully the peeling won’t be as bad as when I got burnt last year…. THAT was hellish…

Oh! I promised I’d get you a picture of my tattoo, did I not? Well here you go; take a gander:

It only cost $100, which is a good deal, considering the guy who did it said that they usually charged $120-150 for four characters. I love how it came out. The tattoo artist made it so that the characters look like brush strokes, which has a more natural feel to it. I’m actually thinking about getting one more tattoo; it would be on my left shoulder blade, and it wouldn’t be too big, the character would probably just be a little bigger than the size of the characters in my name, and it’d be the kanji for “energy”. Any opinions on it?

Comments (1) Mar 29 2009

I was going to wait until I found out if this was going to really work, but I’ve been so pissed about it that I had to let it out.

I don’t know how many of you remember this, but I have a problem with my left clavicle that dates back almost two years. I searched and realized that I actually didn’t tell you all about it, so I’m gonna give you the whole gist of it.

One day in late March, I woke up as usual, went to school as usual, and did the usual high school senior stuff that we typically did. As the day went on, however, I had noticed a pain on my clavicle that was bothering me like anything. And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why it hurt.

So, I went home after school, and told my mom “Something’s up with my collarbone. I don’t know why, but it hurts.”

So Mom turned on her little office light and looked at it. She looked slightly bewildered and palpated it carefully, and then proceeded to say “It’s bent.”

I was shocked beyond words. What the hell? Where did THAT come from? I palpated and found that, yes it was bent, and it was very worthy of a “wtf” moment.

Anyway, we scheduled immediately for me to see Dr. Jay the following day. He took a look at it, and then we got an x-ray, and he took a look at that. To our confusion, nothing showed up. He prescribed I have my arm in a sling for a week and he said that he was going to refer me to an orthopedic.

Unfortunately, he never did (and maybe it was better that way, because I didn’t have health insurance, and that shit’s expensive). The bone’s been bent ever since, and it hurts on and off all the time. I can’t sleep on that side, I can’t rest my head on that arm for a certain period of time, lifting isn’t a good idea, and sometimes it just hurts for no freakin reason.

Last year, I was on the track team, and in the hopes that maybe someone could figure something out, I went to the AT room (athletic training). They said “let’s treat it as a soft tissue problem” and gave me a bag of ice. Let me tell you, the ice was very far from helpful. In fact, it hurt like hell to have the ice on it even without putting any pressure on it at all. So I gave up, and hoped that some day I’d either have the money, or have health insurance, to afford seeing a specialist. At that point, I figured that since no one could figure out what caused it, the only way to fix it would be to break it. And I was perfectly accepting of it, albeit a little pissed since I had gone for so long without breaking anything.

Now I bring you to the present, 2009. Because of financial issues, we’ve got a shot at getting Medicaid. And as soon as I found out, I thought to myself that hey, this would be the perfect opportunity to see an orthopedic about getting this damn clavicle fixed, especially since it bothers me more and more.

Since I didn’t have a yellow pages handy, I went to the next best place to find out info on medical stuff — the health center here at IC. I went in with a clear mission: find out about the orthopedics in the area and get contact info so I can get in touch with them and discuss fixing my problem. It turns out that doing this wasn’t anywhere near as easy as I thought it was going to be. The nice receptionist at the desk told me “We have an orthopedic here… well, he knows sports medicine really well, and he’s a top doctor.”

Ironically, this doctor was the doctor I was trying to be referred to by the AT’s last year (because apparently if I’m on a sports team, I have to get to referred to him if the AT’s see fit… lame asses). I had to see a PA first (physician’s assistant) and was referred to the MD later that day.

Dr. Getzin (that’s his name) took a look at me, and the x-rays I had done earlier that day, and he couldn’t figure out what had happened to cause the problem. In the end, I was referred, again, to see a physical therapist for rehab so that we can “get rid of the discomfort and pain.”

That’s the end of my story, but it’s not the end of my dilemma.

I don’t understand why nobody seems to be listening to me, like they think I’m completely clueless about what’s going on, like I don’t know anything, like I’m not studying to be a doctor who specialized in musculoskeletal injuries and treatments. I’m not interested in finding out the cause of the bend; I’ve accepted the fact that shit happens, like how a friend of mine dislocated her shoulder and tore her labrum in her sleep out of nowhere (she needed surgery for it…). What I’m interested in is getting this bone of mine straight and normal again. No one listens to me when I try to give my opinion, and I don’t understand why, but everyone seems to think this is a soft tissue problem. Hell, Getzin was saying that this could be a chronic overuse injury from playing volley-ball.

Okay, first off, how the hell is it an overuse injury? I only played volleyball once a week. That’s bullshit, and it sure as hell ain’t overuse. It’s not a soft tissue problem, I don’t think, because the only place where there’s pain is where the bend is. If soft tissue was some how involved, I would think the pain would be more spread out. And it’s only the bone that’s tender to palpation, and that hurts whenever I do something like put some kind of compression force on it. The AC (acromioclavicular) and SC (sternoclavicular) joints are perfectly fine, they aren’t strained or out of place. Again, if that was the case, the pain would be there.

What pisses me off about all of this is, like I said, nobody is freakin’ listening to me. Getzin said he wanted to fix this by eliminating the discomfort and pain to make my life better. The x-ray technician was saying that you can’t just reset the clavicle because of all the pressure it’s under, and surgery it just not worth it.

But you see, seeing a physical therapist isn’t going to get rid of the pain. A physical therapist can’t straighten bones. And just how would anyone know whether it would be worth it for me to get surgery except only me. I’m the one that knows what she wants for her body, not the rest of you fuckheads! All I know is, while nobody can figure out what caused it, it’s most likely a bone problem that can’t be fixed with just rehab by a PT. It needs to get broken and reset, and I don’t care. I’ll probably have to get surgery done, but I don’t care. Put a metal plate in me, I DON’T CARE!!! All I want is just to fix this bend, because it’s the bend in the clavicle that is the biggest problem, my ONLY problem. I want to be able to move around all I want without having my clavicle suddenly hurting. I don’t care about the cause of the problem, I WANT A GOD DAMNED SOLUTION!

I’ve no idea if Getzin would even think about referring me to an orthopedic once it’s clear that freakin’ therapy isn’t going to do shit. Whatever. Once it’s confirmed that I have health insurance I don’t care. I gonna find someone who will fix this fucking problem of mine. And once I get out of school and become an orthopedic doctor myself, I’m not going to make any kind of recommendations as to how I think they’re problem is gonna be solved until I get an opinion from them as well, to try and accommodate and figure out what’s truly best. You see, people aren’t stupid; an individual knows their body better than anyone else. What happens when someone has a problem come up that they don’t understand? They look shit up to learn more about what goes on, and then they look for people that will best fix that problem. I knew a bunch of things about injuries just by looking up stuff even before I went to college and learned even more. HOW ELSE DO YOU THINK THAT WE FIND THOSE DOCTORS THAT WE NEED?! WE LOOK IT UP! We’re not fucking stupid! I’m not stupid! I may only be a sophomore undergrad, but I know things! I know myself better than you ever will, so FUCKING LISTEN TO MY FUCKING OPINION WHEN I GIVE IT TO YOU!!!

Comments (2) Jan 26 2009