Now that I have gotten by the tedious rubbish, my whinging on.

First, I am not enjoying my care here, indeed despite the confident assertions to date on and offline that American health care is better than anything I can find back in the MENA region, I have been drastically underwhelmed by the quality of tertiary services.

Of course, the primary issue is the diagnostics, although I would say that to date they have not been faster than at my home base, but only slightly more advanced. Regardless, the slightly more advanced in key areas will, hopefully, this week, be able to define how fucked I am with respect to this cancer. A little bit fucked or more fucked, or deeply fucked.

That is, of course useful.

On the other hand the materials developed at my home base continue to be referenced so far, reflecting the fact of quality care there. At the same time my belief that I would find better nurses in America has been rather damaged by my experience to date with lazy, rude and stupid nurses at this, one of the "leading" hospitals in the nation.

Doubtless they are more skilled than the half-educated peasant girls taking care of me back at my home base, but they have been uniformly ignorant and rude otherwise. In short, in large part I have despised the nursing services deliverers. They've also been stereotypically tubby Americans.

I also note that getting prescriptions and the like filled here has proved an amusing challenge. First, when the various "professionals" see my home address they seem to go into some form of panic or ambulatory state of profound stupidity. Questions start with "That's a foreign country?" (Well, yes. Yes it is a foreign country) "What are you doing there?" (I give various dodgey answers just to fuck with them) "How do you have insurance?" (As if only Americans have insurance? Never mind, my insurance is American even. However these dimwits seem to believe anyone with a foriegn address has to be some kind of uninsured illegal immigrant or something) and the best one "Can't you give a real address?" (Right, I am deliberately giving you a fake foreign address. Simply for the amusement value.)

Well, regardless, later this upcoming week clarity should be had as to the precise type of fuckedness I have and what can be done about it. I am personally hoping I can fuck off somewhere else as this entire process has annoyed me to no end.