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it seems my pig-headedness is paying off. being a player of chess rewards me again, or maybe it's a blend of poker and chess and the bluff i'm better at than other people here.
my supreme bitch of a case manager who dares not to smile, else it might break her face -- the same one who threatens me daily with eviction -- came slinking into my room a few minutes ago, leaving a telltale trail of silvery slime in her path, and informed me that she finally spoke with april (my apartment manager) and had finally made arrangements to pick up my wheelchariot from my apt tomorrow sometime. i suppose she's finally realizing i'm not playing games with her (very much) and that they will never get rid of me until they start listening to and believing my words and get me back into my wheelchair. duh.
so at least it looks like i may have won that round; however, in the long run it might mean my quicker ejection from here, it still feels good to see her defeated in all her bureaucratic glory.
i graciously god-blessed her and told her thank you as she slugged back out the door as fast as she could with nary a reply.
so maybe i'll get my chair tomorrow if i'm lucky and can begin physical therapy to begin my own journey to who knows where.
they also d/c'd my morphine this morning so i demanded to see a pain specialist until they actually sent one to my room, and i persuaded her to put me back on morphine, if only orally (as opposed to the IV) so i'm now on the oral kind of liquid morphine. not quite as effective but much better than the oxycodone tablet form of crap they were trying to get me to eat which had very little relief on my fractured-femur pain.
case manager - 0
it seems my pig-headedness is paying off. being a player of chess rewards me again, or maybe it's a blend of poker and chess and the bluff i'm better at than other people here.
my supreme bitch of a case manager who dares not to smile, else it might break her face -- the same one who threatens me daily with eviction -- came slinking into my room a few minutes ago, leaving a telltale trail of silvery slime in her path, and informed me that she finally spoke with april (my apartment manager) and had finally made arrangements to pick up my wheelchariot from my apt tomorrow sometime. i suppose she's finally realizing i'm not playing games with her (very much) and that they will never get rid of me until they start listening to and believing my words and get me back into my wheelchair. duh.
so at least it looks like i may have won that round; however, in the long run it might mean my quicker ejection from here, it still feels good to see her defeated in all her bureaucratic glory.
i graciously god-blessed her and told her thank you as she slugged back out the door as fast as she could with nary a reply.
so maybe i'll get my chair tomorrow if i'm lucky and can begin physical therapy to begin my own journey to who knows where.
they also d/c'd my morphine this morning so i demanded to see a pain specialist until they actually sent one to my room, and i persuaded her to put me back on morphine, if only orally (as opposed to the IV) so i'm now on the oral kind of liquid morphine. not quite as effective but much better than the oxycodone tablet form of crap they were trying to get me to eat which had very little relief on my fractured-femur pain.
posted by jezebel at 15:51
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