Being on Medicaid and all, a side effect of disability (at least until my Medicare kicks in), is not without a bit of pain. Sure, it covers prescriptions (most) 100% and I don’t have an office visit copay. I even have dental insurance (that doesn’t actually cover anything) and vision insurance (which gives me one pair of glasses a year). In a lot of ways, Medicaid is a lot better than private insurance and I am in no way complaining about the system, overall.
With Medicaid, there is a short list of eligible providers. When I moved up North of town, I ended up getting “lucky” and found a primary care physician in my neck of the woods, connected to the hospital that I use (or would prefer to use, if I needed one). My doctor has a nice enough office, fairly friendly reception staff, and a good sense of humor.
About three months ago, I had a severe ear infection in both ears. It was very painful and very obvious. My doctor prescribed some sort of antibiotic and pain-relieving ear drops. The pain went away after awhile, but my ears stayed “full.” I couldn’t pop them and I couldn’t hear a damn thing. That has become slightly better.
Here recently, I have continued on with having somewhat impaired hearing, and more than recently, have been experiencing severe pain. DSB convinced me to go see my doctor, who we refer to as a quack. Because, well, he is. He writes prescriptions, and he’s pretty good at that, but otherwise, forget about it. He basically totally missed DSB’s kidney cancer and his official diagnosis when DSB went in for chronic back pain was that DSB must have “wrenched” it. We just shake our heads.
So, I went to see Dr. Quack today and told him about my problems with ear pain and problems hearing. He looked, and I have “a lot” of fluid on my left ear, and no fluid on my right. He said the fluid doesn’t look like it is infected, but that there is a lot of it. He pressed around my ear and instigated cries of “oweee!” from me, and then leaned back and shook his head.
I know that look. He has no idea what is going on. I asked him what I could do to stop the pain and he says, “Stop eating and talking.” Right, then. He asked about taking a steroid for a bit and I declined, telling him that steroids aggravate my bipolar, or really, make me batshit crazy. He started to tell me about his mother-in-law and how she acted on steroids (crazy), and then he said that she was different because I was “closer to the edge” than most people.
Wow. It has become so hilarious that I don’t even get mad at this guy anymore. It’s just funny. Hopefully nothing too serious ever happens and I have to rely on him for a professional diagnosis.
So, bottom line. Prescription for Naproxen, return in 4-6 weeks if not resolved, and stop eating and talking. And, hey, watch for the edge, while you’re at it.