This morning mom dragged me to the VA Med Ctr. I didn't want to go because
I)It's a long ways from home and
(If IV=4 how does II=2)
next, I don't honestly believe anything will be accomplished. But mom can be convincing and painful.
Upon arrival I was directed to a reception desk in the rear of the hospital. I signed in and almost immediately felt a strong camaraderie with the others waiting. A few that knew each other were talking and laughing about the most terrifying moments of their lives. How to kill a VC and stay alive yourself was the general thrust. The laughs came from the screw-ups that almost cost their life (Being so cheap he didn't waste the extra bullet to ensure the VC was dead). What was amazing was the snowball effect that swept the room. It was damn near a party.
I was called in to the case officers office. Turned out she was an incredibly helpful NP and I am now her property. If anyone, anywhere in the VA system gives me any crap, I call her. She easily accepted moms presence as my brain.
All in all this was much less objectionable than I expected.
I barely made it home when psychiatry called and made an appointment.
I'm also assigned to a psycho neurologist. May take a while to get an appt.
