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Oct. 18th, 2006 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianMedical news for those of you sick to death of Deathgnome posts. (Don't worry; there won't be any for 24 hours at least. Maintenance means that it'll be down between 17:00 and 22:00 GMT at least, so I'm thinking that the Deathgnome is getting no action tonight. Unless I want to play this afternoon and see what my luck is like with the Japanese players. Or Europeans with time off. Or really hardcore Americans with no lives.)
Anyway. Went back to the doctor and it turns out that no, the results of my ultrasound are not in yet. I should ring on Monday to see if said results are in, and probably not come back to actually see the doctor unless the results warrant it - I can get a copy of the results and everything. Ha! It's nice to have a doctor that doesn't treat me like a moron.
Funny thing happened when I mentioned to Dr Bez that he would probably be hearing from my boss. Dr Bez told me that, not only does my boss need my permission to contact my doctor in the first place, my doctor needs my express consent to give my boss the information that my boss is requesting. Good thing I asked, huh? Otherwise the entire "boss getting details on my illness from my doctor" thing would have been delayed even further while Dr Bez sought my permission to talk to my boss. In any case, I gave Dr Bez permission to tell my boss what he needs to know (the words, "maybe he'll leave me the hell alone if he hears it from you" were on the very tip of my tongue, but I was good) so that's one potential crisis averted.
So now I'm signed off until 6th November. Well, 5th technically, but that's a Sunday. That's a bare minimum so that I can get further advice from the gastro specialist (appointment on the 2nd) and wait for test results and ultrasound reports to come in. We'll see what happens after that, but there is no way I'm going back to work without treatment for whatever the hell this is. And it's another two and a half weeks where I don't have to deal with my boss getting at me about possibly suspended pay and various other crap. Breathing space is good.
I didn't actually sleep last night and got about two hours' worth of nap in the morning, so what I think I'm going to do is veg briefly, contemplate lunch, maybe actually eat something and then crash for a few hours. My circadian rhythms are going to be so fucked at the end of this.
Anyway. Went back to the doctor and it turns out that no, the results of my ultrasound are not in yet. I should ring on Monday to see if said results are in, and probably not come back to actually see the doctor unless the results warrant it - I can get a copy of the results and everything. Ha! It's nice to have a doctor that doesn't treat me like a moron.
Funny thing happened when I mentioned to Dr Bez that he would probably be hearing from my boss. Dr Bez told me that, not only does my boss need my permission to contact my doctor in the first place, my doctor needs my express consent to give my boss the information that my boss is requesting. Good thing I asked, huh? Otherwise the entire "boss getting details on my illness from my doctor" thing would have been delayed even further while Dr Bez sought my permission to talk to my boss. In any case, I gave Dr Bez permission to tell my boss what he needs to know (the words, "maybe he'll leave me the hell alone if he hears it from you" were on the very tip of my tongue, but I was good) so that's one potential crisis averted.
So now I'm signed off until 6th November. Well, 5th technically, but that's a Sunday. That's a bare minimum so that I can get further advice from the gastro specialist (appointment on the 2nd) and wait for test results and ultrasound reports to come in. We'll see what happens after that, but there is no way I'm going back to work without treatment for whatever the hell this is. And it's another two and a half weeks where I don't have to deal with my boss getting at me about possibly suspended pay and various other crap. Breathing space is good.
I didn't actually sleep last night and got about two hours' worth of nap in the morning, so what I think I'm going to do is veg briefly, contemplate lunch, maybe actually eat something and then crash for a few hours. My circadian rhythms are going to be so fucked at the end of this.
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Date: 2006-10-19 12:33 am (UTC)We call that set of laws HIPA (Health Information Privacy Act), what's it called over there?