The Worst Doctor Ever

Okay so lately my life has felt like a funnier but equally painful version of a Chevy Chase movie: Terminal Lampoon 3 or something like that. The gods don’t shit this hard on anyone who hasn’t slept with Zeus and incurred Hera’s wrath (which I’m pretty didn’t happen cuz I would have notice a thunderbolt that big) so I’m starting to wonder “what the f$&k?”

So I wrote in my last post about being pain free then immediately wheeled straight into a desk and busted up my big toe. Now it is nearly impossible to go to the bathroom since I can barely balance on two feet, let alone one. My foot throbs, I can’t put any weight on it and I’m even more in need of help than I was before. On top of that, the doctor I saw (let’s just call him Dr. Evan Collier….cuz that’s his name) wins the “I’m a Douche-bag 2008” Award and between George Bush, Sarah Palin and others it was pretty stiff competition this year. Like Palin and Bush, this doctor ( Evan Collier) blends douchebaggery with ignorance as he thought it would be easier to have a broken toe with ALS. “You’re lucky” he said to me. “Yeah,” I said “Apart from the whole fatal illness thing.” “Well, you know” he says “Go Stephen Hawking.” Someone slept through sensitivity training. Because I’m in a wheelchair, my fist was right at the height of his gigantic balls and I wanted so very much to punch them. He had started out the exam admonishing us for coming in on an emergency basis….for a goddamn emergency…and asked couldn’t we have waited until the afternoon when it was better for him. He also repeated the same question about the color of my toes about 3 or 4 times, getting slower, louder and more irritated each time, finally prompting me to say “I’m in a wheelchair, I’m not retarded.”

He better pray that someone else has already bought the domain name www.doctor-evan collier-sucks-and-not-in-a-good-way.com.

Now that I’ve got that off my chest….

With the help of Edith I have now hired an accomplice 3 days a week. This will take some of the burden off of my friends and ease me into the whole idea of someone here helping me. Ironically, I think it might give me more freedom. The young woman we hired is Mayra and she’s smart, strong and beautiful. I like her. I now have a professional person to do my physio 3 days a week and Mayra is a Pilates and Yoga teacher so she will take over 2 days – again freeing my friends to be friends a little more of the time – not that being my friend doesn’t require some heavy lifting.

I was thinking about all of you Muselings and how you buoy me through these challenging moments. I was thinking of you as I was making a choice whether to go back to being miserable in light of recent events or to march onward. I thought about those of you who are true ladies and gentlemen who would never use the kind of language I do chuckling at my calling Dr. Douche out and how you are now commenting to one another and how we have woven a web of connectedness across this impersonal medium and I decided not to be sad – a little pissed off perhaps but not sad.

My son said the other day “You’re like Job only instead of affirming your faith in God you keep yelling “Fuck you, is that the best you’ve got?” Hmmmm. If that’s the case, maybe I need a more diplomatic tactic.

My fabulous brother is due here any minute. I have 48 hours to get in as much Jason time as I can before he returns to Allison who starts chemo soon. If you know of amazing online hat sites, hip me to them. I want her to be the most gorgeous bald woman ever – she’s no Britanny!

Finally – Jay (aka redscoutdog): I won’t be at the walk but I would love to meet your dad. He can look up my friend Alison who will be walking for Driving Miss Craisy or you can send me your contact info ( I won’t publish it) and I’ll be in touch.

I love you Muselings. Have a great weekend.