I've been going through some issues with my left hip and the non-existant arthritis in it lately. I started on Mobic again which seems to help and eased the pain so that I could walk without limping or favoring my left leg.
Tuesday morning the office manager came into my cubbyhole office, which is situated between the front desk and the check-out desk and informed me that THE doctor wanted us to switch offices so that he (the OM) could be more in "the hub" (read: spy) and be more aware of what occurs within the office.
We used a cart to schlep the computers and other desk stuff back and forth. We started at 10:30 . At 3:30 all we had left were the 4 drawer metal filing cabinets filled with insurance EOBs. I said to remove the drawers and move them on the cart and then we could move the empty cabinets, which, when full, are very VERY heavy. No. I'm a moron, my thoughts are worthless.
THE doctor was calling every five minutes to see it the move was completed. The OM was pissed at losing his big office and being stuffed into a tiny space. He wanted to get it done. He decided we would lift the cabinet over the edge of the rug and he would push it into place. I bent over, and before I could lift, felt my back go (I have a history of a herniated disk in my lower back since 1971). That was all she wrote.
I went home that evening and used ice to ease the spasms. Yesterday morning I was in moderate distress but went to work and requested a workman's comp injury/incident report so that I could see a doctor. I asked the OM FOUR times and each time he made light of it, as if I were joking. Finally he said to ask the doctor since it was HIS fault that I got hurt. So I left a note on THE doctor's desk, which the OM found and came to me to ask I was kidding. I stressed that I was NOT kidding. Later someone pointed out the note now laying on the OM's desk.
I lost it. I called the state's division of workman's comp and spoke to a very sympathetic and helpful woman who advised me to call our w/c carrier and file a claim. She said if I didn't get any relief that way, to call her back and gave me her direct number.
When THE doctor came in, I told him that I asked the OM four times for the form and that he had said t ask THE doctor, who asked the OM why he didn't say anything and to get the information I needed to go to the doctor. No one knew where the information was, or how to get it. Knowing I'd wait til hell froze over for his lazy ass to do anything worth his salary, I took action.
The w/c poster in our break room says FCCI is our carrier so I called them and found that our policy with them had terminated in 2002. The girl there advised me to call the division of w/c and they could tell me, if we were insured, who our carrier was. A wonderful man took 20 minutes out of his hectic day to help me and found our carrier. I called them, filed a report and headed for the nearest w/c walk-in clinic at 4 pm.
After a long wait, I finally got to see an MD who ordered x-rays immediately. The x-ray tech said "Hop up on this table." I replied, "If I COULD hop up on that table I wouldn't be here." Numerous x-rays later, the doctor said there was no sign of any discs bulging, but there were signs of degenrative arthritis of some sort in my left hip. He diagnosed a lumbo-sacral strain. I was given a huge ice pack and must now have physical therapy, possibly beginning today if the authorization comes through.
I blame myself for doing something I should have flat-out refused to do. But I also wonder what kind of moron demands that a 53-year old woman who has been limping around the office for 3 weeks move freaking FURNITURE because he wants offices switched? The same moron who had me arrange my night working schedule to accomodate him to stay late on Monday nights to review charts and then decides he doesn't want to stay late after all. (I have since lost my night job because of that.)
I have lost every iota of respect for both THE doctor (who is a major control freak and thinks money can buy anything, even loyalty. WRONG!) and the brainless OM. If any one of them was on fire, I wouldn't pee on them to put it out.
So I'm off to work with my ice bag and neither one of them better say more than hello to me today or someone's gonna get hit with an ice bag.
Sorry for the long rant, had to vent.
Linda2
-- When love is your greatest weakness, you will be the strongest person in the world. --Garman Wold