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I started on that mega-meme and even though LJ stores a draft, when I accidently hit the wrong key (thanks to an overly sensitive touchpad mouse), poof it was ALL gone. The saved draft was the original I was trying to edit. It's a meme 200 lines long and I was 1/2 way through it. Crap. Guess y'all don't really need to all that stuff, now do you?

Finally got the car back this afternoon. Took 4 weeks, but the repairs look great. On the downside, (not a biggie here) they didn't re-install the code to the stereo system and it took a return trip to the repair shop to find out how to recode the bloody thing. While I was waiting for the thing to reset, which took 10 minutes of waiting with the radio on, as I did it incorrectly the first time and that's how long it takes to reset so you can do it correctly, I managed to run my battery down so far that the car would then not start. So I'm going to have to keep my eye on the battery since I would not expect the battery to be so weak, that it would lose its charge in just over 10 minutes.

We shall see. Tomorrow I head over to our mechanic so he can check out the torn bushing on the rear passenger side, something that was not accident related, and that I will have to repair in order to have a proper allignment done on the car. Worse, according to the repair place, only the dealership is likely going to have the special bar that's required to allign this vehicle, which will mean a trip to the dealership for that, at a cost of $275.

Bloody wonderful.

I think I'm starting to miss the Prius.
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What a bloody way to end an afternoon!

A few minutes past five, I left to go pick up my car at the repair shop. Took me 20 minutes to negotiate rush hour, then I walked in to the place to deal with the receptionist who'd been left with instructions on how much to collect from me, and what papers she needed me to sign or initial. The poor estimator has had a hell of a time with her personal life; in the three weeks since the shop has had my vehicle, her husband has been hospitalized as many times, most recently in the wee hours of this morning, when she brought him to the ER in congestive heart failure. The poor woman is being run ragged.

I paid them my deductible, as well as for the dings they removed (not from the accident), and then got to see my car. The repairs they did looked great. The paintless dent removal lived up to its reputation and at $195, was $5 less than the estimate, and well worth the money. Their repairs to the front end damage looked wonderful as well. We then drove, me in my car and the receptionist in the rental, over to their rental area so I could finish that end of the transaction. Driving the Mercedes felt a bit strange, thought I'm not sure if its because the car just has a different feel from the Prius I've been in for the past 3 weeks, or because they weren't able to completely align it, due to the bushings that are torn in the rear. I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy.

However, it was as I was taking my things out of the trunk of the rental, to put them in my own, that I spotted the damage to my rear passenger door. It was covered with gouges, not scratches, but gouges, some of them right down to the primer, and none of them had been there when I left them the car. The receptionist was half way across the parking lot when I called her back.

Showing her the damage I said, "I'm not taking the car back like this. This was not there when I left you my car." She asked what I wanted her to do. I told her I was leaving them the car and not returning the rental to them until this was taken care of. She said she understood, but she wasn't authorized to have this fixed. She is after all, just the receptionist, not the estimator in charge. It was already after 6pm and a Friday to boot. I'll have to take this up with the estimator Monday morning. Bloody wonderful.

As the Prius needed to have its oil changed, as well as a car wash thanks to an avian bombing, the rental agent, who just happens to be one of my patients, swapped it with another Prius, keeping it on the same contract, since as of today I've exhausted the rental coverage in my own insurance policy, and part of the shop's agreement with me was they're going to cover anything above what my insurance would cover.

This was however when my mood went from annoyance mixed with resignation, to angst tinged with guilt and despair. My mother called.

My mother and I have a difficult relationship. I'm an adult, a relatively accomplished middle-aged man, and yet somehow, nearly every conversation we have leaves me feeling both like damaged goods and a failure. I'm not above using a modicum of Jewish guilt on a patient not doing what I think they should, but I try to apply it judiciously. I learned how to use it at the feet of the master, my mother, who unfortunately uses it, not as a surgeon wielding a scalpel, but rather as a workman with a sledge.

Behind the cut - Mom's a Jewish mother, and even after 52 years, it still makes me crazy! )
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Today is supposed to be the day I get my car back. But then again so was yesterday.

And the day before.

And the day before that.

And last Friday.

I called the repair shop on my way into work and was told it SHOULD be done by the end of the day today.

NEWS FLASH - they just called. The good news: it will be ready between 5 and 6pm and I will not have to come up with any additional money on the rental car. The bad news: they had the Mercedes dealership do the allignment and they found problems with broken bushings on the rear end, NOT related to the accident. Now what?
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Quelle surprise!

No car today - right now they're saying tomorrow it will be done.

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The car is still not done. During the initial estimate, they thought it would be ready the Friday before last, which became last Friday, which in turn be came today.

Now, they say late tomorrow.

Fingers are crossed all will be well.

I shall miss driving the Prius however. It's comfortable, the gas milage is superb and I will really miss having a bluetooth enabled vehicle. It's a blast that the stereo turns off automatically when a call comes in; moreover, not having to wear a headset rocks. It's been nice driving the past three weeks feeling like I'm not destroying the planet quite so quickly.
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Finally, got the police report on the accident.

Good news(expected): they sited the other driver as the cause for the accident.
Better news: he was insured.
Sad news: he suffered a broken back.
Interesting news: toxicology screen was negative; however, he's a diabetic, out of control and will have to prove to the DMV he's fit to drive in the future. (Which may be moot, given the injury he suffered.)
Weird news: the driver was not the registered owner of the vehicle. It's registered to someone else, someone who just happens to be a patient of mine.

I passed all this along to my insurance company so they can go after they other guy's company for the bill, along with the notice from the repair place, that I won't get my car back until next Tuesday, at the earliest.
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It's been a stressful October. Much has been trying my wits and my nerves.

1) The car accident- the 28th of last month I was hit. I will not go into major detail as I've posted several times about this. However, this morning the estimator at the repair place called to say that once they had torn down the bumper assembly there was more damage than previously seen, and it will add on another week to the repair as well as another $750. I called today once again to see if the police report is done and almost 3 weeks after the fact, it still is not. I still do not have either the name of the man who hit me, nor his insurance information, if any was in force at the time of the crash. I did at least find out from the police today, that he was not killed and the preliminary report faults him for the accident, but unless I want to go down to Rohnert Park during my work day to get the face sheet to the report (they're open 9-5, M-F only), they will not give me any more details. They need to see my ID in order to release anything to me. I still will have to come up with the $500 deductible when I get my car, which now will not be till next Friday, rather than tomorrow as originally promised. I will at some point see that money again, once my insurance company collects from his, or once my uninsured motorist coverage kicks in.

2) My trip to LA sucked. I went to see Mom and as usual, it was 36 hours of mental chess. Emotionally and mentally tiring. I love and adore her, but comments like, "I don't understand why you divorced your family," are wounding. That combined with the drive south thru a monsoon, and the drive back detouring around the I-5 closure on the LA side of the Grapevine made it a very long weekend.

3) My %$#@ing neck has been throbbing for the past three days. Woke up on Monday with it aching and it's just not letting up.

4) I'm behind in my own paper work. I've been taking two days a week to work on it, and letting my PA see patients, but somehow every last person in my office MUST ask me questions while I'm trying to get the paperwork done and hence it's like plodding through quicksand.

5) Exacerbating it all, is that even though I'm really working hard, there is so much stuff not getting in front of me in a timely manner that its jacking my frustration level up around my ears. Patients coming in for follow up and either lab results or ER notes or consultation notes aren't back, and I have to get a staff person to scramble to call for them, taking them away from the work they were doing. Chart notes that I'm certain I dictated are not on the chart, either due to my transcriptionist being way behind, or my staff person here in the office not having had time to put the notes into the chart. Letters to colleagues I dictated on the first of the month, finally arrived here today to be mailed, so they won't be seen until the beginning of next week, three weeks after they were dictated.

6) I wind up doing things that have to be done for people's benefit, that I will never get compensated for. Yesterday, while I was trying to get my paperwork done, I had a call from a doc from the endocrine clinic down at the University about a mutual patient. It seems that patient's mother called him all concerned about a serious long-standing medical problem and as the man's primary provider, the specialist called me. I wound up spending 25 minutes on the phone over 3 separate phone calls with the specialist, 15 minutes over 2 calls to the man's mother (he was at work and not reachable) and another 20 minutes over two calls to the pharmacy where he gets his drugs, or more importantly, where he has NOT been getting his drugs on a regular basis. This gentleman has a hormone disorder, which could, if not adequately treated, kill him in short order. By checking up on him with the pharmacy where his mother picks up his meds for him, it turns out he's been missing more than half of what he's supposed to be taking, for at least the past 6 months. AND he wonders why he hasn't been feeling well.....

It was the right thing for me to do, to sort out this problem and hopefully, with his mom riding heard on him, the appropriate meds will be taken. However, as I did not physically see this man, despite the fact that I spent a good hour either on the phone or going over his papers from both his chart and his med refills from the pharmacy, I CANNOT BILL for this care. There is something very wrong with this scenario.

It's 8:30pm - I need to go home.


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