I’ve been given runaround after runaround why local hospitals can’t put a cast on the foot of mine that very clearly has broken bones in it, and I’ve been given the same level of runarounds from my insurance about the onerous requirements to get in to see a specialist who can put a cast on it followed by pins and needles, or just plain pinning and needling the old mother fucker. So what this boils down to is the fact that I’ve been walking on a broken foot for almost a month now, even if some of that has been with the help of those boots that they fit some people’s broken feet with. If I’m lucky I can get in at the end of the month to see an orthopedic surgeon about doing the very necessary pinning and needling of my foot that I am one hundred percent positive has been exacerbated by continuing to walk on it because attempting to use crutches has been more dangerous for me than just taking careful steps in a form-fitting brace. This is my life, you folks.
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Jun
2026
Jun
2026
Insurance shenanigans are literally something else.
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