Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Some of you may know that's the first line of a song by Bachman Turner Overdrive (BTO)- that's them above. The next line is "I got a bad case of loving you." NOT!
2009 started off still searching for some medical answers to some of my unexplained aches and pains. None of these things are going to kill me; they just make life a bit less pleasant.
So I was scheduled to have a test on Monday - one of those tests where you have to drink some pretty nasty stuff. I cannot believe, with how far medicine has come in the last 50 years and they still can't make any of this stuff palatable. Yuck!
Well, the doctor came out afterward and said, everything looked good, but we wouldn't have the full results for about 2 weeks. She then tells me that, barring anything negative showing up, to come back and see her in two years. Now, keep in mind, I had this test to try and find the cause of the pain I've been having. I said to her "Well, I'm glad the test seemed to turn out well, but I still have my problem." I swear, she stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language. I then listed all the symptoms I've been having since I was hospitalized in October and all the things I've tried on my own to relieve them. Now, this is the specialist who was on call when I was admitted to the hospital. It's not like she didn't know my history. I had been to see her at least twice since I was released from the hospital. She left and returned in a few minutes, hands me a scrip and tells me to go see this SURGEON! In a matter of less than 5 minutes, we've gone from "come back to see me in 2 years" to "go see this surgeon." WTF?????
I was still not entirely lucid as I had anesthesia for this procedure, so I admit, I didn't respond. But now that the drugs have worn off, I want an explanation. I put in a call to her this morning; now I'm waiting to see how long it will take her to call me back or if she bothers, at all.
Someone told me that this particular doctor was #1 in her specialty in her class at Columbia. I need to find out the year she graduated, so I can make it a point to steer clear of the students that graduated behind her.