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Thursday, June 22, 2017

Medical Alert

It wasn't very long ago that I wrote about the next upcoming surgery I was scheduled for this week.

But this is right out of a MEDICAL JOURNAL:

Dear Journal,

Tomorrow, I will get up at 4:30 a.m. and go to the hospital.

I check in and I am told I need a blood test- 1.5 hours until surgery?

I then go to surgery and I am told do I need to use the bathroom?

Then the BIG question: Who is driving you home?

"My daughter is here now, but she is going home to sleep and then she flies home at 4:00 p.m.
I know it isn't for certain, but I was hoping to go to medical rehab like I discussed with his medical assistant." I said.

The nurse in charge comes in and we discuss the situation again. (Insert Medical History)
 "I don't know, the nurse says. "This is usually out patient."  "Well, my daughter could take me home, but she is flying home today, and then I would have to ask a neighbor to help me." I reply.

This wouldn't be so hard to understand except I had told my doctor's assistant at least three times.

The nurse stalls and talks to me but the doctor still hasn't spoken to me. She leaves and gets my IV equipment and places it in my arm.

Finally the doctor enters and says hello. I explain that I needed to talk to him about rehab. He is reluctant to listen. I remind him of talking to his medical assistant. I told her the name and phone number of the OT who said I was not able to care for my own medical needs on my own. (Let's just start with around the clock ICE PACK that is strapped to my shoulder.)
His response: "This is a bad day for surgery." and "This should have been decided a long time ago."
Tears run down my face. Defeated by medical care.

The next day, the hospital called to ask me how my surgery went.

All of this as TrumpCare is being discussed.  I will be "one of those soon."

#people with disabilities  #medical needs   #victim   #doctor in charge  #Vote no on healthcare bill


Friday, June 9, 2017

People Come and Go

I have a huge problem with letting go.

If it KILLS me- and I meet someone by chance and I develop a relationship with them at all - I think this should continue for the rest of my life. (Or at least I use to.)

But in reality People Come and Go.

I am old enough to remember the merry-go-rounds that were metal spinning circles at the neighbor playgrounds. It was bad enough that we wanted other kids to "push us" for our own good time, and we would take turns until we both got tired of pushing- but we understand that part. After a while, we laid on out bellies and pushed with our hands and spin around until the bumpy ride was no longer fun.

Sure we got dirty hands, but it was lots of fun. Unfortunately, these toy merry-go-rounds were removed because kids were breaking arms and legs.

What I should do is realize it's best to let things go for as long as they are fun. Friends need to take turns, and enjoy the ride while it's still fun and get off before we get tired of pushing to keep it going, or worse, before someone breaks an arm.

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