Single People with Dead Family Must Be Meant to Die, Too

Because getting help for medical issues in RockTurd, IL is like pulling teeth from a parasite.  Since January of this year (2018), I’ve had symptomatic gallstones.  Now, they’re VERY symptomatic.  During the workup for the gallstones, it was noted that my kidney and liver function tests were off.  Got those figured out (not an issue for surgery), and then I broke my ankle.  Was having some issues getting enough fluids in (and was putting a tube into my own nose for fluids), and wanted some help with that from the GI folks… but I never got to tell the NP why I was there.  Gastroenterology Nurse Practitioner (of all of 5 years- barely even a nurse, and didn’t look like any actual time BEING a ‘real’ nurse) ordered tests irrelevant to why I was there- but went OFF on me (like needed medication adjusted) after I apologized TO HER for sounding abrupt.  The tests felt punitive, and because it’s MY body, and I knew WHY I was there, and can’t do any of the follow-up (transportation and physical limitation issues), I won’t get the tests done.  Period.  But my reasons were seen as irrelevant.  And the facility had nothing to say about how I was treated, and seems to think the angry NP’s shit doesn’t stink, because they still want tests I’d had done in 2016, with no change in THOSE symptoms redone.  Nope.  Not until you hear me out- but since I won’t ever go back there, won’t happen.

Well, then the OSF surgeon decides HE won’t do anything until I get the GI doc’s tests done- and CANCELS my appointment so I could show him what looked like an epigastric hernia.  Didn’t want to hear from me at all.  SO, I- the actual patient- was irrelevant to my own healthcare here in ROCKTURD, IL.   THANKS so much, Dr. Barteau.   Because you disregarded me in my own healthcare, I was able to find someone who DID listen, and is willing to talk to me- not AT me about another doctor’s orders for tests that were already done.  But you wouldn’t let me tell you because YOU cancelled my appointment that I’d waited WEEKS to get.

I opted to go on Palliative care at this point- if I can’t get real help, then let’s focus on symptom management and stress relief- and then THEY don’t follow up when they KNEW that their staff were sick but didn’t let patients know of any changes in scheduling or when to expect contact.  Really?   No communication?  So, again, not relevant to my own healthcare. Not considered at all… not worth an e-mail.

I got a referral to another surgeon with another medical group – and he is SO nice.  He got things all set up, and surgery is scheduled.  I had a ride there. I have someone to pick me up, and get me home, and stay with me (rent-a-nurse, as my family is dead or out of town, and the few friends have lives).  Today, I decided I better be sure I can just be dropped off and picked up – and of COURSE NOT.  I have to have someone who knows nothing about me, being paid to sit in the hospital doing nothing, so the hospital won’t CANCEL THE SURGERY.  The “rules” aren’t for my benefit !  I’ll be laid out on the OR table.  And if something is screwed up, I don’t have anybody alive who’d sue.  So, I’ve got to have surgery alone (essentially), some stranger is more valuable than I am in my own care, and random rules don’t address individual situations.  It would be much safer if I stayed overnight if they’re that concerned.  But that would cost the hospital more money.  Can’t have that.

So, I’m the only single, family-less person with friends who have lives in the entire city?  I highly doubt it !   SO how many people die here each year because they simply get tired of fighting to be part of their own health care?   I don’t see the value in pursuing any future medical care here. And I can’t move somewhere with good healthcare (again, physical limitations). So, I’m done.  If something happens to mess up this surgery, I will die when my gallbladder gets so irritated it blows up (like appendices do).  I’ll get peritonitis, and after a few horrible days, I’ll be dead- and that sounds SO much less stressful.

Parking Lot Death Zone and Other Traffic Obscenities

What is it with people speeding through parking lots perpendicular to the actual lanes? It’s horrifying to be leaving the grocery store parking lot only to have someone come barreling out of my right peripheral vision with no intention of stopping, and there’s no way they DON’T see me.  What makes people feel so ‘special’ that the rules don’t apply to them?  I’m sure it will be SO much faster to t-bone a car and mess with the police and accident reports (and increased insurance premiums) when they actually connect with someone one day.  And, they won’t care.

I’ve wondered if people no longer know where turn signals are in their vehicles, or if it wouldn’t be a good idea to let the person behind them know they are about to slam on the brakes and make a sharp left turn.  Common sense?  Does the school for the blind now teach drivers’ ed?  (No offense to blind folks at all- just so obvious that a lot of drivers don’t bother using their eyes….or heads).

What happened to people being even remotely considerate when in their vehicles?  Is their life so much more important that putting someone else’s at risk means nothing?

I took care of a LOT of accident survivors when I was working as a nurse- both in a regular hospital and a head injury/coma stimulation unit at a head injury rehab facility. It’s no joke. Those folks would never be the same.  Kinda like seeing that there are worse things than dying.  But there’s no need to add to those lists of folks who are permanently disabled by morons behind the wheel !

Slow down!  Use your turn signals !  Remember that other people get to use the same road, and for God’s sake, don’t plow against the lanes in parking lots at warp speed (or snails’ pace).  Drive like you have some sense!  GROW UP….