The Medical God’s non update

Well neuroendcrine  is better than adenocarcinoma. Each test I took was to be “definitive” and none where…none can ever be because unbeknownst to the doctors they are not God. I would hate to burst their bubble because you know they spent years learning God Speak.

The EUS was on the 19th of November. The doctor told Kathy, my driver and friend, that he would call me Monday. Backing  into this story, the appointment was moved from 1:30 to 10 a.m.

We arrived on time (having been NPO since 12 midnight) I was already hunger. Passed the admitting gatekeepers and proceeded on to the endoscopy area where we waited, waited, waited, waited….finally it occurred to me that the doctor was not even in the hospital so I proceeded up to the receptionist desk and asked very pleasantly when they expected the doctor to arrive. She immediately said “He arrives after 12.” 

Then I wanted to know why I had been scheduled at 10 a.m. and she said so I could get all the admitting paper work finished. Then I said “I brought that with me already filled out.” So number one, they have a scheduling problem. Number two they have a cleanliness problem. The waiting area was not clean; the halls were not clean and the one bathroom fits all was in dire need of help…paper towels, seat covers, soap, etc. No wonder staff infection, MRSI, and other infectious diseases run rampant in hospitals. I do not want to go back there. 

Finally, I was taken at 1:30…sound familiar? My original appointment time. In the surgical area we were stuffed in like little wieners…the kind you get in a can. The best lab tech they had could not find my vein and I said “I guess not, I am dehydrated by now.” They were glad to put me to sleep! I did tell a joke. I do not think anyone got it. Here it is:

Charles Dickens went into his favorite bar very depressed and said to the bartender, “I am all out of words; I cannot write anymore.”

The bartender looked at him bored and said:

“Would you like 

An olive

Or 

A twist.”

When I awoke, Kathy and I went to Waffle House to eat and then I went home to go back to sleep. My throat was a little dry and sore as was my abdominal area. I did not know they did four passes with the needle into the pancreas. The doctor told Kathy he would call Monday.

The next day my sister and her husband arrived for the weekend. I ordered Steak Out which went over big with my brother-in-law. On Saturday we went to the Blue Plate Cafe for lunch. I had catfish and I think he had Southern Fried Chicken. My sister had a vegetable plate and got  spinach which she was not suppose to have because she is on warfarin. So she now has been sick for awhile. The green beans nor spinach is good there but everything else seems great. 

They left Sunday morning and I recleaned the house because I knew I had to pack for Boston to leave on Wednesday.

Monday came….no phone call.

Tuesday I went to Medical Records to pick up a copy of my medical report and to ask billing for a detailed bill. I did not tell them but I wanted to see how much 3 Kleenex cost.

I have yet to speak to a doctor. His nurse returned my call earlier this week and said he wanted me to come in to get started with some kind of shot for diarrhea. I laughed and said “good luck with that. I am contispated, but I will come because all the doctors have lied to me and made promises they did not keep.”

Therefore no update. 

The big news is that cancer is a big business. There is a cure but each time AMA squashes it because Big Drug companies   would go broke, doctors would lose lots of money. They need for us to have cancer. There is something really wrong with the medical profession.

There is more because I left the gastro Doctor a message which was pretty much….you lied and you need to go home where your people might tolerate you. I do not want to ever see you again…..I think I did a total meltdown on him.

I feel great physically. I do not think I can trust the doctors in Huntsville. Mentally, I have decided not to have this. So life goes on. 

Having a good time in Boston. 

 Nameste’