A Letter and A Surgery Date
Posted by thedarwinexception on January 28, 2010
So, we finally got a date for Paul’s surgery. FINALLY. It will be on the 10th of February. I am Sooooooooo glad. We really need Paul to be better – and we need him to go back to work. And I really need to quit with the whole “arguing with doctor’s” thing. I’ve been caught up with doctors and specialists and insurance companies for a long time, but going through it with my own shit has been a LOT easier than trying to deal with Paul’s injury. We’ve been getting nothing but the run-around from these doctors, I swear to God.
As an example of the stupidity I’ve been dealing with, let me tell you about the flutter.
Paul goes in for a standard EKG that is required before you can have surgery. They find a “flutter”. So, the doctor decides Paul should have a working stress test to determine the extent of the “flutter”, so they can see if he’s OK to have surgery. But – Paul can’t do a working stress test, because he needs surgery on his knee. So, the doctor decides that before he can have the stress test to see if he can have surgery, they’ll need to do the surgery FIRST, then have the stress test to determine if he can have surgery.
Yeah, I…..um….know…..But this is what I’ve been dealing with. Is it any wonder I was excited to FINALLY get a surgery date? So, all next week Paul has lab work appointments and pre-registration at the hospital and an appointment with his Primary Physician and then an appointment with the surgeon for pre-op stuff – then on the 10th, surgery.
In other news, we got a letter from the District Attorney. Well, not *really* from the district attorney – but we got a form letter from the District Attorney’s office. It was a “You are the victim of a crime – here’s what we can do for you…blah///blah////blah…” letter. Receiving this letter made me think that the Preemie Dad must have been arrested – I mean, otherwise the DA’s office would have no clue that Paul was a “victim of a crime”, so I called the police department to talk to the officer who took our complaint. And yes, he confirmed that Preemie Dad had been arrested on the 19th – and he was arraigned on two counts of endangering the welfare of a child and one count of felonious assault. So *that* was good news – until they said that yeah, he was arraigned and RELEASED. What the fuck? I don’t understand how they could just release this idiot. But they did. And I asked if these new charges were going to violate his probation, but, of course, the police had no way to know if his probation officer had violated him or not. He very well could be violated, bit that would take a couple of weeks to make it’s way through the system. So, here’s hoping that these new charges were enough to get him violated.
The worst part of all this is that *despite* the call to CPS and *despite* the fact that the CPS worker sat right here in my house and TOLD me “Preemie Dad is NOT to be living in that house with Preemie Kid – and Grandma and Grandpa Preemie have been TOLD in NO UNCERTAIN TERMS that if they allow Preemie Dad back in the house then they are subject to charges, as well.” Well, despite all this – guess where Preemie Dad is living? Yup – right back at the house. Which REALLY pisses me off. I mean, THIS is why people don’t get involved. THIS is why people don’t call CPS when they see a child being abused – because even if you DO call, even if the charges are FOUNDED, even if the parent is FORMALLY CHARGED by the district attorney’s office with TWO COUNTS of child endangerment – even if ALL THIS happens – CPS doesn’t do a fucking thing. They don’t follow up on their idle threats of “OK – we’re here – don’t you DARE let that guy back in the house! Right? Got that? Yeah – there won’t be any follow up, of course, we are going to just like take you at your fucking word that he won’t come back. He won’t come back, right?”
Ridiculous. Totally ridiculous. I mean, that guy sat right in my house and was blowing smoke up my ass about how “Oh, this is SERIOUS! Those grandparents will be CHARGED. This could mean a change of CUSTODY!” Yeah, right dude. OK, I fell for it. Shame on me.
I got so pissed this morning, I called CPS again – just to tell them what I thought about their ability to follow up and make sure that their “Ooooohhhh – scary!!” orders were being followed. I told them who I was, told them that my husband was the one who got beaned on the head with a fucking ashtray doing their job, and I asked the lady on the phone what the hell was up and why Preemie Dad was right back living with the kid he was supposed to be staying away from. All she would tell me was that the case was “Still under investigation”. What the fuck they are investigating is beyond me – I mean, the guy was CHARGED for Christ’s sake. The DA thought there was enough credible evidence to take the guy to court – what the hell more does CPS need? What evidence do they want that the DA doesn’t seem to think is necessary in order to prove that this guy is beating the fuck out of this kid?
So this really pissed me off even more than I already was, so I told the lady on the phone that I was NOT PLEASED. And I told her that while they were dragging their fucking asses “investigating” if the kid got seriously injured or killed by the person they had ALREADY ordered to stay away from the residence, that I was going to be mighty fucking vocal in my displeasure. I asked her if she watched the Today show – because when the kid got seriously hurt (and make no mistake – that kid WILL get seriously hurt if nothing is done), I was going to be on the Today show and Meredith and I were going to be talking about how fucking ineffective the CPS office in Malone really is. And how “He’s not allowed to be at the house” really doesn’t mean a fucking thing, in all reality, because CPS doesn’t like actually go BACK to the house and make sure the offending parent isn’t living there – they just kind of take it for granted that their scary words will keep the offending parent away.
Yeah, so she hung up on me. But I got my point across. And don’t be surprised if you see me on the Today show. Because I will SO be there when this kid is killed. I swear to God.
But this is why, people. This is why no one GETS INVOLVED. Because they don’t do Jack Shit when you DO get involved, and all that ends up happening is YOU look like the idiot for calling.
Shit just frustrates the fuck out of me.
But at least we have a surgery date.