Hope TheAnglican comes back.
When I was a kid, we moved every 3-5 years. I hated it. So I have lived here now for almost 16 years and don't want to move. But now OTHER PEOPLE MOVE AWAY, darn them. I can't get everything fixed in glue and permanent, ha, ha.
Monday I saw patients in the morning and my receptionist and I drove to Port Angeles in the afternoon to go to a presentation "for providers" about the Veterans Choice program. It turned out to be about Veterans Choice but also about services for homeless Veterans and legal services as well.
Veterans Choice is a program to get veterans health care more quickly and decrease travel. Initially it said that if a Veteran lived 40 miles from a VA Hospital, they could apply to go closer to home. However, at first it was "as the crow flies" which is useless if you live on a Peninsula surrounded by water as we do. We ain't crows nor can we fly. So now they go by actual road mileage. If a veteran can't get services at the VA within 30 days they can also apply to get services outside the VA Hospitals.
I have five Veterans Choice patients already. One of my vets came with us to Port Angeles. He asked what my introduction to the program was. "The VA called and said who are you?" I said, "Then they said, we're sending you a patient, someone asked for you." The frustration has been that when I call Veterans Choice with questions, mostly the answer is "I don't know" which is unhelpful and annoying. But now I have NAMES and cards for high ups as well as the Congressman's card who was there. I was the only doctor there. Everyone else was social work or legal or .... our local hospital sent the billers. Uh-huh. Money rules.
Then I had chorus for two hours in the evening. Tuesday I was wiped out: still don't have the stamina for that sort of long day, which annoys the hell out of me... 'cept I couldda done died, so I remind myself to be patient after shredding some pillows with my teeth.