Rob finally had his physical while I was away. In fact, that’s why he didn’t go with me to the birthday retreat, because the only date he could get was smack in the middle of it. While I was in Chattanooga, I told one of my cousins, who’s a surgeon, about the physical.
He looked baffled and said, “It’s a six-minute procedure done under, at most, a shoulder block. Why do they need a physical?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Insurance, I guess.”
He shook his head. “Fly him down here. It’ll be less of a hassle.”
We both laughed.
So, today, Rob finds out that yes, of course, there’s another hoop he has to jump through. The nerve-conductivity test he had back in Portland shows that his hands are normal. This means two things 1) they have to do another one. 2) It’s not a pre-existing condition, which throws the status of the insurance (worker’s comp or our insurance) back up in the air again.
I’m beginning to think that I should just put him on a plane to Chattanooga.
Article Series - Rob's Hands
- Rob’s hands
- Update on Rob’s hands
- Update on Rob’s hands
- Yet another curse-producing update on Rob’s hands
- The latest cranky-making update on Rob’s hands
- The newest update on Rob’s hands
- Rob’s hands: Operation date!
- Heading to the hospital for Rob’s hand surgery
- At the hospital, waiting
- Home with Rob and the Giant Block of Foam
- Giant Block of Foam vs. Evil Robot Monkey
- Real time account of waiting for Rob’s surgery.
- Happy update on Rob’s hands
- Rob’s hand surgery, the left
- Quick summary of surgery day.
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Gah!
Well, thanks for the update at least; I was about to ask you. Will it take long to get another nerve-conductivity test done? (I realize this is probably a dumb question. Sigh.)
I have no idea how long this will take, but given that it took a month and a half to get a physical, I’m not holding my breath for any speed here.
My god in heaven. Put him on the damn plane.
Oh no.
Maybe Chattanooga it is.
You know he has a place to stay here.
Give Rob my best. In solidarity, I have a nerve conductivity test on my feet in March.
March. Feet. I just got that.
Man I’m tired.
My love to you both,
SamA
Belated congrats on the novel sales. The first of many.
::groan::
A friend’s mother had carpal tunnel surgery last week and, indeed, I was amazed by the speed and ease of the whole thing. Three days later she was knitting again and had nothing but a BAND AID to show for her trouble! After all the “hoop”-la from the insurance, I expected something a bit more baroque, maybe involving pins or shunts… grafts perhaps.
sheesh! When do you get to sue for mental anguish?
I just want it to be over already.
Oy. The Chattanooga idea actually sounds really good now.
I’d put my hubby on the plane pronto. This has gone on far too long. Oy!
If I could get him on the plane voluntarily, I totally would.