I wrote a long post a week ago or so about what has been going on lately. About how one of the things that sucks about being in the Foreign Service was occasionally the medical care.
But it sounded too whiny, so I could never bring myself to post it.
Suffice it to say, I have been lucky not to need medical treatment while overseas until now.
Estonia has good medical care, but often the medical care providers don't speak English all that well and my Estonian is lacking in medical vocabulary.
So I am going to London in a couple weeks (and probably for a couple weeks) to have surgery on my knees. And getting me to this point has involved months of pain, a visit with the Regional Medical Officer (who said I needed to stretch and that it was just age), an appointment finally with an Estonian orthopedist (that took three weeks to get) and a torn meniscus in the interim.
If I had been stateside, especially since I have good insurance, this would have been taken care of months ago.
But I chose instead to serve the country, a country that freezes my pay, calls me a parasite, and recently threatened not to pay me at all.
Dang...getting cranky again.
Let's blame the pain.
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