seems like a hundred years ago now, but it isn't... My dad and I were talking and he says "I can't understand "why" they aren't able to figure out what's wrong with me"
For years he himself had researched his issues; and knew his case as well as anyone. In his pursuit, he'd been to the VCU Pain Clinic, Riverside Hospital, John Hopkins, Mayo, Duke, UNC Hospital, and more.
Do they know you have insurance?
Angrily at my stupid question, "YES!"
There you have it...
He thought a minute and said "maybe you're right"
A few years later when I was traveling/working out of state, I popped in to Hospice at three AM. As a frequent visitor, the nurse on duty recognized me and immediately approached saying, "your dad is OK"
Infuriated, what do you mean he's OK?
"sorry, I mean we have him off all medication and he's on oxygen only"
Shaking my head, I walked off to see him....
After YEARS of being some sort of guinea pig for every treatment "they" could come up with; he is now OK without the meds and crap that was forced upon him. I really hope that I die in my sleep..
But if I want to keep going, I too, have to take meds and rely on people that have another agenda - other than increasing the quality of Life
