I have been feeling almost human again for the first time since going to the kidney doctor in May! Not that anything he did has anything to do with this. In fact, it is quite the opposite.
My regular doctor just put me on a methylprednisolone pack and I am four days in. This is counteracting all the damage the other doctor did with his over zealous prescriptions. Thank god I did not let him do all the heart tests and other sonograms he wanted to perform on my legs!
I feel better than I have in months, but I go in to see my regular doctor Tuesday and I never underestimate the ability of a medical person to over react. I just have to be courageous enough to refuse.
In Illinois the fear of a medical mal practice suit is so great that doctors would rather kill you than take a chance on missing something.
I, on the other hand, believe there must be not only quantity of life, but quality. Ten years of the last two months would be grounds for suicide.
But maybe I will be surprised.
Maybe my regular doctor will turn out to be the person I thought she was when I first met her last Fall.
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