Where Are My Wings

Hola, name's Sara. 21yo, physical therapist assistant, managing Cystic Fibrosis, doing my thing, nothing too special. Arizonan desert rat, SuperWhoLockian, Potterhead, Jesus freak, tea drinker. Currently living in Southern Oregon, working in a skilled nursing facility.
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I’ve put in THREE requests for the damn itemized statement from my November clinic visit so I could pay the bill from my FSA, before it went to collections. Finally gave up, and paid with my debit card. Just checked my account balance on the phone and the payment didn’t go through (?!). I did this FOUR days ago. WHAT THE HELL. It’s not like I don’t have the money and it’s bouncing.

And this past clinic visit I declined blood work because screw that, billing it as a hospital charge for $500 to tell me what I already know (elevated liver enzymes, low Vit. D).

gloriouslyburdenedloki:

Best reaction ever. 

(via cryingmanlytears)

naomster:

fezwhatfez:

thequietpagan:

bywandandsword:

Fucking shit

This is simultaneously cool-looking and absolutely terrifying.

i was like, ohhhh what adorable little - AHHHHHH NO

NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE

naomster:

fezwhatfez:

thequietpagan:

bywandandsword:

Fucking shit

This is simultaneously cool-looking and absolutely terrifying.

i was like, ohhhh what adorable little - AHHHHHH NO

NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE

(via cryingmanlytears)

I don’t do public transit. I didn’t grow up in an area where it was easily accessible, safe, or even needed. Hell, I can’t even figure out the MAX in Portland…. Maybe my friend can meet me in the airport xD.

And I’m leaving for London in like 2 weeks. Holy hell.

I’m totally going to screw this up. I mean even for a simple clinic visit in Portland guess what I did? Overbooked the hotel and flight by a day. I had to reschedule my flight 2 days before (and paid dearly for it).

framesjanco:

wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness

How can people not like wine??? O__o

(via cryingmanlytears)

FEV1 went up to 93%, sweet.

Everything else is the same. I’m pretty boring when it comes to appointments and whatnot.

I fly back home tomorrow evening (after accidentally overbooking the hotel and flight to depart on Friday, yeah that was fun fixing last night.)

beautifully-existing:

I hate when people in school tell me to shut up when I’m having a coughing attack, even if they’re just joking. Like sorry I have a fucking lung disease that makes me cough every minute.

I remember once as a senior in highschool during a class I was coughing pretty good, and this one kind of a jerk guy goes, “Gosh Sara, stop coughing!” so I just said, “Oh, sorry my chronic and damaging lung disease is inconveniencing your hearing abilities.” and a bunch of people near by were just like, “Ooooooooooo….”

Semi vacation time! I met my oldest sister in the airport; poor thing, she worked in the ER until 1 AM, stayed up until her 6 AM flight out of Memphis. We grabbed some lunch downtown and coffee and now she’s asleep in the hotel.

So now I’m just looking up all the places we want to go while we’re here. Powell’s City of Books, Woodburn, Waterfront Park, Voodoo Doughnuts, food carts, Forest Park, the zoo.

Tomorrow is OHSU from 10 AM to I’m gussing 1PM (pft, who ever heard of a clinic visit taking less than 2 hrs anyways??)

412 plays
Jorge Negrete,
The Three Caballeros

glittergh:

mydisneyplaylist:

The Three CaballerosThe Three Caballeros

I’ll never stop reblogging this. Ever.

I’m only reblogging this because I’m related to Jorge Negrete. Woohooo.

(via matthewerrscaution)

rupelover:

Inspired by this.

(via cryingmanlytears)

Rant time

I paid a bill over the phone for OHSU that was originally $60, that somehow turned into $84. Fine. So I paid it with my Flexible Spending Account (but didn’t have the statement because it was a surprise! bill.) Only later to find out that more surprise! my FSA wants proof of this bill, which I don’t have. After a few months of waiting for the statement to come in the mail my FSA gets locked down, denying me access to the $1700 I still have in it. Therefore, I can’t pay any of my bills for the past 4 months.

Call OHSU. TWICE. Ask for a simple itemized receipt to submit to my FSA. Weeks go by, nothing. Now I get a statement from OHSU from my clinic visit in NOVEMBER that I STILL can’t pay, saying my account is delinquent. Just send me a damn receipt and I’ll pay everything in about 2 seconds!

They’re getting an angry phone call Monday because seriously, this is ridiculous. I’m never getting a FSA again either. WAY too much of a PITA to deal with to save what? $600 in taxes? Pft, I blow through that in medical bills like nothing. /endrant

I’m going to clinic next Wednesday so if I can’t get it taken care of over the phone I’m marching my ass directly to the billing office.

I seriously did LOL when the Hound said he’d have to buy every fucking chicken in the place.

I seriously did LOL when the Hound said he’d have to buy every fucking chicken in the place.

F.M.L.

Just found out today. I’m her primary PT therapist and she’s been here for about 2 months; I’d see her 3-4 times a week for at a least an hr, so I’d say I’m pretty exposed.

At this point I don’t know if I should transfer her care to someone else. There’s precautions in place (gown, gloves, mask, booties), and it’s bound to happen at some point (me having a patient that could compromise my own health) but it sucks because her case (and herself) has been really awesome to work on. Challenging, but good.

One of the OTs that knows about my CF doesn’t think I should treat her anymore, and neither does my mother (PT) and I’m leaning towards that decision.

I’ve a clinic apt in 2 weeks and I plan to talk to them about this kind of a situation. I feel fine (hell, I’ve had Nocardia colonizing in my lungs for years and years multiple times with nothing, and that shit can kill you).

So I guess this means I officially have to tell my boss and assistant DOR about the CF and whatnot. Luckily I work with friggin awesome people (who’re demanding I pick a date we can go out drinking together, lol) so I’m not really worried about that too much.

The joys of being a healthcare provider while dealing with serious health shit yourself. Too bad I could never treat another CF patient. Booooo.

So. Much. To do.

I’m going to Portland for clinic in 2 weeks and staying for 3 days with my sister form Memphis, so there was the flights and hotel to book (she got the rental car). Relatively simple.

But I’m also going to London in May (less than a month, holy shit) to visit a friend in Norwich. My dad booked rewards tickets, but only Portland><London. So I have to organize: Medford><Portland, hotel in Portland on the return (can’t make it home in 1 “day”), London><Norwich via train. But how to get to the train from Heathrow airport? Cab, underground…. and account for the time it takes on the train to/from Norwich to catch my arrival/departure at noon….. I’m also planning on visiting another friend in Edinburgh, so that’s 2 more flights and trains etc to organize. GAAAAHHHHH….

When my sister and I went to Peru a few years ago she did all of the planning and it was a PITA for her. And that was with family in Ecuador as a pitstop, and we were together. This time I’m 100% on my own (friend doesn’t have a working cell phone over there).

The one good thing is I’m staying with my friend in Norwich so no hotel there, and she’s gone to/from Norwich/London a few times so she kind of knows what to do.

Anyone w/ suggestions or instructions, I’m all ears!

It’s like Christmas every few months.

We had a free 3 month HBO trial subscription (like all of the HBOs) and every now and again they’ll come back for a few days. Perfect timing because GOT starts again this Sunday. Time to record EVERYTHING I POSSIBLY CAN.