My attending physician I haven’t seen in person for over a year, mostly due to Covid, then my inability to go anywhere. The only places I’ve been in two years have been hospitals and two imaging centers. I have less than $20 cash in my wallet, and now my son has my ATM card (I have the number on a Post It note hidden) but even making the appointment with the doctor is breaking the rules set by hospice.
I made a call earlier to them to have a doctor return my call, because I’m at wit’s end and it’s approaching 4:30pm without a return call. Plus, hospice is run by a Catholic “organization” and are very limited on what they can say or do.
My patience and mood is so thin and worn out, the post you added after the one I’m responded to looks too complicated for me at this time. I literally need an advocate to do all the “legwork” for me.
Im the textbook definition of “given up” right now. Which is why I’m so pissed that I didn’t do it last spring when I had a car, a valid drivers license, and the mental ability to negotiate the hurdles to get it going.
Did I mention that my drivers license expired a couple weeks ago against my wishes, and my siblings and son agreed I didn’t need it?
I’ve decided the problem is ME. The care center isn’t used to people in my condition, or usually doesn’t have my type here. I met a lady here who has been here two years! She has one of those battery operated oxygen machines that she carries and a walker with a seat. I checked into those yesterday afternoon and I don’t qualify for either one. She also suggested I join her when she goes to a community center get together. I can’t make it to my bathroom without a ten minute rest after getting there, about ten feet away.