Wishing That My Mom Would Stop Trying To Give Me Advice When I Talk About How Much Pain Im In. Like,

Wishing that my mom would stop trying to give me advice when I talk about how much pain I’m in. Like, no, it’s not dehydration. Going to bed earlier won’t cure my chronic pain.

Screaming and crying in agony for two nights in a row because I tried to exercise and ended up pulling every muscle in both legs. Taking days off work and wondering how many days I can take off before I get fired. Indirectly being called lazy by my mom, who thinks that I have a sensory processing issue rather than the reality that no, I’m not imagining this pain.

Spending so much time in my room. Not because I’m “lazy,” but because walking is hell. She claims that I’m on my computer too much. Okay. When’s the last time I was on it for more than an hour? At least a month. Because my hands and wrists are killing me constantly.

She wants me to know how to do stuff on my own, but never has the time to teach me anything. Gets mad at me for not knowing things that I was never taught. Mad at me for not being able to read her mind. For being “rude,” when I can’t actually control the tone of my voice. Like, come on. You literally work with autistic kids for a living. You should know at least SOMETHING about autism, then.

She just. Doesn’t listen. Ever. It’s always a fight. I talk about how I felt abandoned as a kid and she gets mad at me for “calling her a shitty mother.” No. I said that my child-brain felt abandoned and alone because I was the one standing up for you when my dad treated you like an object. I spent the majority of my childhood hiding from my dad and brother, and you spent all that time rolling over and doing what you were told.

Stop saying you understand my pain. You don’t know what it’s like to watch your health decline, to wonder how long it’ll be before you don’t have the strength to get out of bed. To wonder if you have the mental capacity to care about your own death, because you accepted the inevitably of death when you were six years old.

But I can’t tell her that. Because then I’m the one being cruel

ITS NOT MT FAULT THAT IM SICK

Well, back home after another visit to the Emergency Room. As expected, the bloodwork came back saying that I’m actually perfectly fine. After sitting around for like three hours and occasionally being told to “calm down” and “try to stay positive” by a nurse, I’m still in just as much pain. The only thing that’s changed is that I’m also pissed off, which is why I’m not screaming and crying anymore.

I’m beginning to wonder why I even waste my time talking to doctors when they all seem to have the same capacity for rational thought, listening skills, and common sense as a carrot.

Actually, I take that back. That was a mean and unnecessary thing to say. Carrots are at least useful and have never gone out of their way to make me miserable or invalidated. Carrots are wonderful, actually. Probably smarter than most, if not all of the doctors I’ve met, not to mention better for my health.

Ok so my kid had an ear infection, right? As kids often do.

The doctor scraped out a bit of earwax to have a better look inside.

I was sent a bill for $200 PER EAR for this 5 second procedure which I did not give permission for them to do.

That was key- they did not ASK me if they could do this "procedure". And, as I OWN a medical practice (it's me. The medical practice is me, sitting in my house on video calls) I knew to call them when this bill came in to be like "You did not obtain informed consent for this procedure, and it was not en emergency procedure. You had full ability to gain my consent and didn't. I'm not paying."

And the massive hospital who owned the bill said "yuh-huh you do have to pay."

And I said "I own a practice. I know these laws. I do not owe you money for this."

And they conducted an "internal review" and SURPRISE! Decided I totally owed them money and they had never done anything wrong ever.

And so I called my state's Attorney General office, and explained the situation because, as I mentioned, I know the law. The AG got in touch within a couple days to say they were taking the case and would send the massive hospital conglomerate a knock it off, guys letter.

Lo and Behold, today I have a letter where said hospital graciously has agreed to forfeit the payment.

"How not to get screwed over by companies" should be part of civics class.

Know your rights and know who to call when they're infringed on. This whole process cost me $0 and honestly less effort than I would have expected.

May this knowledge find its way to someone else who can use it.

Sure do love going to the ER so often. Was here less than three months ago. Guess I probably won’t be going to work tomorrow… or later today, I guess.

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