CW: medical things, disability things, discrimination things
So my doctor disappeared, and then, after referring me to a pain specialist who decided to lecture me about hypnosis, the replacement doctor disappeared! Woe! Drama!
And then we got told we had coronavirus and not to go out unless we had to. “Have to” being rather loose, but still.
Suddenly the specialist is just handing me a script and his mobile number and saying he’ll handle everything and I can find a new GP later.
Suddenly the replacement GP is requesting my file and telling me I can see him so long as I drive 15 mins down the road to his other practice.
Suddenly everyone believes me. Because, you know, it’s easier than dealing with me while there’s a pandemic and they need the resources elsewhere.
(Except the Wednesday pharmacist, who’s a concern troll and thinks my medication is too strong and I have to Be Careful. Who wants to tell him that the problem is that I’m burning through the meds faster than 80% of everyone else? Not me.)
And then? I get my March cold in April, and the flu meds I normally take aren’t working. The hot flashes that had mostly gone away? Are back, and they aren’t flashes as much as chills, but I don’t have a temperature. I have the band pain, even though I managed to finally get food and haven’t had to do much.
And then? Everyone who’s sick gets permission to go get tested. Everyone in the whole state? And I was going to! But then I had a no-walking day, and a sleep-all-day day, and then I spent three hours going around all the official websites trying to find out whether the dedicated clinics can handle people with disability and what information I need to take. They don’t say.
So I decided to write out everything I could think of that they could possibly need, and went. Continue reading Being disabled: the coronavirus edition!