A Health Update

Well, it seems Mrs. Earp and I are over the Chinese Wuhan Virus. She’s worse off than I am, since she’s still recovering from pneumonia, but for the most part everything is getting back to normal.

Mrs. Earp started short walks yesterday and it wasn’t easy. I have been cycling about five miles a day every day for a week now. I’m nowhere near my peak conditioning, and I’m exhausted after five miles, when I was breezing through ten miles in the summer. I understand it’s a process, and the fact I lost nearly twenty pounds is a blessing and a curse. It’s nice to be skinnier, but losing the endurance stinks.

I’m scheduled to go back to work Tuesday morning, where I am sure there will be a six-foot pile of work waiting for me, and the new computer system for entering jobs debuted while I was sick. So the first week or two should be a cluster.

Oh, the shoulder surgeon effectively started ignoring me. They told me on March 8th that if the insurance didn’t clear the surgeon I was dealing with, they would give me a surgeon in our network. They promised to contact me on March 15th. They never called back. I tracked down the jackasses at the insurance, and they told me I need physical therapy first, even though the surgeon said surgery is the better option because of the damage.

So, I intend to see my primary doctor, ask him to set me up with physical therapy, and find me another surgeon. I am not dealing with those people anymore.

The good news is when I get back to work, I should have plenty of True Detective Stories for you soon.

A Death Watch Update

Okay, that title is probably a little too overdramatic, but there is news from the home front. First of all, Mrs. Earp is getting better. The pneumonia is subsiding, and while she’s still sick from the Chinese Wuhan Virus, it looks like the worst is quickly passing.

None of the kids have caught it – thank God – and I am almost completely through the virus. I have zero energy, zero desire to eat – everything tastes terrible – and I’m down almost twenty pounds. I was hovering around 197 right before I caught this man-made disease, and as of yesterday I was sitting at 181.

Since Mrs. Earp is so messed up, I have to do most things – making dinner, laundry, cleaning, disinfecting, etc. – which is fine, but it really runs me down. I went shopping for a few things Saturday, and I was having trouble picking up a 12-pack of soda with one hand. I feel like I did after surgeries: weak and useless. The nurse said I needed to start walking to get my endurance up and yesterday it took me 18 minutes to go a mile. This blows.

Speaking of things which blow, the surgeon has not contacted me since March 8th. I’m thinking about dumping these people and asking my primary to give me a surgeon who will actually do the shoulder surgery. Not that it’ll happen for a while because the city’s protocols mean I cannot go back to work until April 18th.

I’ll probably wait until summer to get the surgery, since I’ve been out so long with the Covid.

Oh, thanks to Gary Moore, who found a link which takes you to the classic editor. I was seriously thinking about dumping the blog, because the new WordPress system is awful. Now I can continue going on.

My Family Is Cursed

Yesterday the nurse came to the house to check up on my vitals and everything else Chinese Wuhan Virus. It took about an hour, and the nurse seemed to think I was in decent shape. The only thing I disagreed with was when she said she wanted me to quarantine for two weeks. The city will never let that happen, but I’ll do my best.

A few hours later, Mrs. Earp was suffering from a hacking cough. She’s had it for a few days and she asked me if she should go to the hospital. Obviously, I said yes, even though she dismissed it. Kyle drove her to Holy Redeemer, and came back afterward. There are no visitors allowed inside.

At 9pm, Mrs. Earp sent me a text saying she tested positive for Covid, had an EKG, a cat scan, and oh… pneumonia. I’m glad she poo-poo’d the hospital trip. I called my mother-in-law and she was obviously distraught. Neither of us are up the the challenge of parenting with this Chinese Virus, and I have no idea when she’s coming home.

I hate this virus, I hate the Chinese who purposely released this upon the world.

This is my only post of the day With everything going on, I don’t have time to blog for a while.

Jenn Is A Canadian Angel

About a week ago, I mentioned I was really sick, and while I was hoping it wasn’t Covid, Jenn suggested I get tested. I went to a self-test at a local CVS, and after I used the swab I wasn’t sure I did it right. They said the results would come Thursday or Friday.

I was getting antsy yesterday, and when my stress levels hit the roof, I went to Holy Redeemer Hospital. Wow, were they amazing! They got me in immediately, had me walk around with a pulse ox, and monitored my oxygen. They put me into a small room, and the doctor started taking blood, gave me an IV for fluids, gave me an inhaler which really opened up my lungs, and took a chest x-ray.

The x-ray came back okay, the IV definitely helped, and the doctor said I should be good to go in a week or so.

It is not an exaggeration to say I thought I was dying. Holy Redeemer was terrific – as usual – but Jenn’s advice may have saved my life. Thanks Jenn; you’re the greatest.

To Sleep, Perchance To Dream

I haven’t slept in two days. Actually, that’s not entirely correct; I have slept a total of four hours in two days. Four hours on Tuesday and zero hours last night. The first night was mostly due to my shoulder, which is deteriorating more every day. Last night, I took a melatonin, and that did… nothing.

I don’t know what the problem is, but I have been lying in bed for two days unable to sleep. I called out sick Wednesday, because there was no way I was going to be productive, but I had to come in today because six of our nine detectives had court cases. So here I am, living off 5-Hour Energy and caffeine.

We were supposed to have two detectives on the floor and myself. Then one of the jackasses called out sick, knowing full well we were short. So today will be a joy, with two of us in the building.

I truly hate this place anymore. 1,324 days.

Head And Shoulders Above The Rest

Well, it’s been two weeks since my despicable insurance company canceled my shoulder surgery, but yesterday I finally received some fairly good news.

The surgeon’s assistant – a very nice woman named April – called yesterday and updated me on the surgery front. My surgeon has been battling with the insurance company since February 19th, the day they canceled the procedure with little warning.

The first thing April said was, “I’m sorry. I cannot imagine how you’re feeling right now.” April was in the office for both my previous appointments, and the pain was obvious. I told her the Advil doesn’t work, and the Tylenol is just hit and miss, but I don’t have a choice but to suck it up…

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This Would Have Been D-Day

So, this has been one hell of a week. My Aunt Jeanie passed away Wednesday, yesterday was six months since my mother died, and today was the date when I was supposed to go in for shoulder surgery.

Obviously, that still isn’t on the agenda.

To be perfectly frank, I’m starting to care less and less. The insurance company is being a-holes, and at this point, I figure the bicep will eventually detach, and I’ll just go to the hospital to get it repaired. I honestly don’t know how our medical benefits turned to shite in just a few years, but it is noticeably worse than it was even last year.

I’ve been told it could be weeks – or months – until I am approved for the surgery, and to be honest, I don’t even care anymore. When it happens, it happens, and I’m downing aspirin and drinking beer before bed to stave off the pain.

When I am closer to retirement, the city allows you to purchase a few years of insurance by using your accumulated sick and vacation time. At this point, I don’t see why I would even bother. What used to be a great plan has gone to crap, and medical benefits were the only good part of this job. No longer.


So yesterday I was stuck in classroom training, learning about legal updates and human trafficking. You know, upbeat stuff. Our phones have to be switched to silent during the classes, and when I got home, I noticed I had a missed call. It was from the orthopedist’s office, so I immediately called back, hoping everything was a go on the surgery front.


The scheduler called me – and apparently six other patients – to let me know my surgery was canceled.

The scheduler – Cathy, a very nice woman – said my insurance provider first stated the insurance wouldn’t cover the surgery (which is ridiculous) then added the surgeon was not in their medical group (which is a lie). The insurance company approved my surgery Wednesday, then decided to revoke is Friday. This after I passed the surgery clearance and was ready to get the Covid swab. I guess I should be thankful they told me eleven days out and not the night before…

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I’ve Got A Hot Date!

Well, it took twelve days, but I have finally been scheduled for my shoulder surgery. The scheduler called yesterday afternoon, and after apologizing profusely for the wait, she gave me all my information.

Apparently, the douche canoes at Blue Cross Personal Choice were dragging their feet on approving the surgery. Literally the only good benefit of being law enforcement in this town is the medical benefits, and lately even the health insurance has been going south.

The scheduler, a very nice woman, by the way, asked, “So, do you want to do the surgery last week?” I replied, “It hurts more every day, but I see your point.” I have to see my primary doctor for a surgery clearance – bloodwork, EKG, etc. – then a Covid test. If both come back okay, I’ll be ready to go.

The surgery is scheduled for Friday, March 5th, and barring any issues, I’ll be home the same day.

As for the blog, I have no idea how I’m going to proceed. If I can type with one hand without too much discomfort, I’ll put up three posts a day. If I can’t, I’ll figure something out. My primary concern is getting through the operation and going gangbusters in therapy.

I’ll get some pre-written posts up the weekend of March 5th in case I’m too tired, woozy, disabled, etc.

In the meantime, it’ll be business as usual here.

Halfway There

So I had an appointment with the orthopedist Friday, but yesterday while sitting in work, the office called and said they could fit me in. I jumped at the chance.

When I arrived the nurse asked how I was feeling and I was blunt. “The first two weeks were great with the cortisone shot, but this week it feels like I’m being stabbed in the shoulder every five minutes.”


“Yes. It feels like one of my kids grabbed my hand and started pulling downward. It’s not ideal.”

The surgeon came in and reread the MRI. A moment later, he asked if I wanted to do physical therapy. I replied, “I was expecting surgery, because I thought you said therapy wouldn’t work.” He asked what I wanted to do and I said, “Surgery.”

The surgeon agreed, so I’m looking at surgery at the end of this month or the first week of March. They have to find a slot in the doctor’s surgery schedule, and will contact me with the date. In the meantime, I need to get a surgery clearance from my primary doctor and need to take a Chinese Wuhan Virus test – which I’m dreading.

The doc is ordering my post-op medications – Percocet for the win – and will set up my physical therapy. He stressed the PT is important, and I reassured him with “I fractured a bone in my foot and I had a severe contusion on my knee. I went to therapy every day, so no worries.”

Surgery should be fine, but the doc said he may have to “clean up” a few things near the shoulder. As long as he doesn’t find anything crazy, I’m looking at a four to six-week recovery.