All hail the mutant monster

This morning I tried to make a blog post from one of those newfangled BlackBerry 7105’s, but I coulnd’t figure it out. I could google my page and even type in the url to my admin section, but I’m pretty sure all I managed to do was store my username and password in the T-mobile store demo model of the phone. Oh well.

The only reason I was up this morning, however, is that I needed to go see a radiologist about getting dental xrays. For some reason I have some sort of hard swelling in my mouth that showed up at the beginning of this past weekend, and rather than sit around until maggots hatch, I decided I’d go find out what it is. The process has been amusing, if expensive.

I don’t know precicesly when, but there must have been a time when health care became “at the doctor’s convenience.” This doesn’t make much sense. When you feel ill, you have to call in to a doctor’s office, find time on their schedule (sorry, we work weird hours) and in many cases pay them handsomley to refer you to a “specialist.” In my case, my dentist sent me to an “oral medicine specialist,” which I didn’t even know existed. I thought they were dentists.

Long story short, he wrote me a perscription to have some xrays and bloodwork done in order to determine what exactly is swelling in my mouth. I have another appointment with him next week. This morning I made it to my appointment without the little slip that orders the x-rays, and they wouldn’t take any without it.

I understand how perscriptions work, especially with certain drugs that are either somewhat damaging or just addictive and mind-altering things, ones that affect operating motor vehicles and are generally dangerous to use randomly. But the idea that people would go around faking orders to irradiate themselves is just great. I mean, can you get blazed off radiation? Suddenly there’s a whole new reason to hold cell phones to your head.