Hi readers. Thanks for coming by for a read.
I finally got to see a primary care physician in that KC VA Medical Center.
I arrived early and put my defibrillator to the test carrying a 20# daypack 150 yards across that parking lot, up the hill to the entrance, and a quarter-mile of heroesque hallways. Registered and waited around a comfy area filled with old vets.
At which point life became a hoot.
Jeeze we veterans are a bunch of liars! And we all know it, but remain silent on the issue so’s when our turn comes all the the others will nod sagely and pretend we aren’t just blowing pure unmitigated horse manure back and forth at one another.
So here in this Hero Hall you’ve got close to a hundred of us, maybe a third wearing VIETNAM VET, or some other VETERAN nuanced headgear. And roughly a third of those are talking in loudmouthed indignation about something a first sergeant did or said forty years ago in a different country.
Meanwhile the other 2/3 wearing the Veteran caps nod and wait patiently for that vocally active third to finish or pause for a breath so’s they can cut in and tell what some first sergeant did or said to THEM forty years ago in some foreign land.
Those of us not wearing Veteran headgear listen deadpan, saying nothing, doing nothing to break the spell of dramatic fantasies, of young men who never existed prowling through the jungles of our imaginary youths doing and saying courageous things for the betterment of mankind and Freedom.
“Hell man,” I muttered to the guy sitting next to me, “I must be the only person here who wandered Asia trying to get a dose of clap, never met a hero. Never sacrificed a damned thing in the service of this country. I can’t recall a first sergeant ever knowing I was alive.”
The guy smiled at me. “Not me. I was an Air Force Sniper working out of the finance office in Danang. Spent the whole time killing zipperheads except when I was in an office doing payrolls.”
About then a nurse called my name and I trekked breathlessly back to see a physician. He hadn’t received all my med records from the recent hospital stay, so we’re starting all over. Got an EKG, Lab [blood] work, complete stomach sonogram, and XRays to get out of the way brand spanking new before I can be seen by a VA cardiologist. He says they can’t get the records from the Olathe Medical Center work because the VA computer is connected to the National Defense computer system, which might be compromised if they allowed outside data to be transmitted into it.
So they’ll just have to do it all again. Though if I go over to Olathe Med Ctr. and get them to photocopy everything and carry it along when I see the cardiologist he figures the specialist might look through it if I provide it that method and that context. Maybe.
So at least I’ve got some things I can do to improve my health this week, picking up those records at Olathe Med, going over to KC MO VA for all that expensive medical testing I’ve donealready had, getting it again so’s to be able to see a cardiologist.
Confidence raising, being able to do something uncharacteristically positive.
Somehow it’s vaguely reminescent of back when I was an infantry point man and sniper in the US Army in a country I never had the pleasure to visit.