Holding My Breath

It doesn’t matter what time of the day you come out into the yard, the gnats will eventually find you. These troublesome little things probably have a purpose in God’s Plan. But I’d be damned if I’ve figured out what it is. I’ve taken the last day or so to absorb the information I got from the cardiac specialist in Savannah. There’s no point in relying that information verbally to my primary care physician or my regular cardiologist. They want nothing but facts they can read on paper from whomever the particular doctor was I seen.

My greatest struggle seems to be getting these educated minds to coordinate and exchange information. I guess I could blame it on poor office file management for the slow information exchange. I mean they are only human. But when you see Doctor’s offices still relying on fax machines, hand written notes, and computer programs that can’t speak to each other. As a one time Business Systems Analyst you can see my frustration with their “just getting by”. Right now I’m in a holding pattern with no landing field in sight. Simply in waiting on the air traffic controllers (doctor’s, hospitals, and staff) to get their shit together.
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One of my favorite Army commands has always been, “Hurry up and wait”. So like a good little soldier that’s just what I’m doing. The specialist did say I shouldn’t be in any immediate danger according to my tests. He prescribed a medicine for me to take, but my insurance won’t approve. At least not until he signs some special paperwork. I’m  sure you can imagine how hard I’m holding my breath for that. But if life has taught me anything it’s to never look at the world through “rose colored glasses”. Does special lenses are only prescribed to a select few that provide an Oasis for us troubled ones. Because they can see balance and in the good and the bad we all have to experience.