discharge = discharge from hospital
This sometimes doesn’t work. My wife is severely ill. Has been for years. A couple years ago she developed a wound on her heel that just wouldn’t heal. She spent a week in hospital while doctors tried to figure it out. In the end, they just thought she was fucking nuts given her constellation of symptoms and the fact that she is a woman. This dumbfounded me because she had a fucking wound on her heel. I told her that the wound was finally proof that she was sick and it was a good thing. Man I was fucking so wrong.
We finally found an expert in mcas who was like, yep you have mcas, you are the worst I’ve ever seen and here is a med for it. She is still severely ill, but her heel wound, which inspired no curiosity in the hospital doctors, is finally closing.
TIL about MCAS. How horrible, I hope they can cure it someday.
Hey! I have MCAS too! Shit sucks
I have so serious side effects from my anti-seizure medication it literally disables me more than my seizures (note that I rarely had seizures, it was just too scary for my parents), but every complaint of mine was just dismissed.
- Trouble with sleeping? Just sleep more, you will have more dreams and more health since more sleep means more health.
- Trouble with memory and concentration? Either just try harder, or take notes about every small detail.
- Weight gain even with a diet? Give up all your other hobbies and become a full-time sportsman!
What medication?
Valproic acid. It’s so infamous as a mood stabilizer that Scientologists were using it as their example of “bad medications”, but once toxic positivity around mental health care became fashionable, people were forced to wipe the internet on documenting their misfortunes with the medication.
doctors are rich and powerful in the USA and still claim “we want single payer but we
won’t docan’t do anything to make it happen.”Happens to men too unfortunately.
Went into the hospital last year in extreme pain between my chest and abdomen. This is the exact pain both my mother and father felt before their gallbladders had to be rapidly extracted.
Now, when I say pain, I fucking mean pain. They were giving me crazy amounts of high strength pain killers and they were lasting for more minutes. Then they prescribed me something and discharged me. Next day I’m back and worse than ever, so they finally admit me and assign me to the surgeon.
Man comes in immediately acting like I’m just here seeking drugs. I’m reeling in pain and we’re all explaining what’s happening. Dick head refused to do any tests, he just wanted to wait me out, so the bastard puts me on a no food, no liquids diet, so now I get to sit there and suffer in pain while also being incredibly thirsty and hungry.
Next day’s Saturday. I’m still in pain and I’ve heard nothing from the surgeon. I’m doing everything short of getting on my knees and begging for water. Still no tests. Still won’t take me off the diet.
Next, we threaten to leave and seek care elsewhere. The patient advocate comes in and we explain what’s been happening. They’re clearly shocked by his behavior, but can’t say much. So, without warning, she calls the surgeons personal number and puts him on speaker. We can all hear him out on a boat doing God knows what instead of testing me. So I go nuclear and loudly proclaim that he had better get his ass off that boat or the next phone call will be from my lawyer.
Within the hour I’m finally getting my blood drawn and tested.
The next morning, I still haven’t seen the surgeon. I’m woken up at 6am by a nurse telling me I have surgery in an hour. Turns out some levels were so high that they had to call in an emergency surgery team to do exactly what I had told this Dr. Cox wannabe dick head two days earlier.
Basically, the surgeon was content to let me lay there and die to prove I was drug seeking.
I honestly should’ve looked into malpractice suits, cause I’m still experiencing tons of issues a year later
