Saturday, November 20, 2010
Spoiler: Nothing to be thankful for this year
It is bad enough that dad died unexpectedly in January 2010 while being treated at Duke Medical. (Two days before his death I wanted dad's oncologist to see him but the office said he was fine.)
Fast forward to November 20, 2010:
1. Duke Orthopedics's Michael Bolognesi, MD admits me in hospital at 11:55 pm on a Friday 9-10-2010 with a bone infection and then does zero to treat me until Monday 9-13-2010. I just sat in the hospital room reading my Kindle. Thereafter, Dr. Bolognesi ignores my reports that the wound is reopening, I am vomiting daily, the wound is wide open, the wound is wide open at discharge and I am in severe pain. I am discharged with no physician looking at the open wound and discharged without pain medications.
2. The Duke Infectious Disease meets with me while I am in severe pain. I report I am in severe pain and have difficult walking. The Duke ID physician knows that I can not lie flat on a table. The Duke ID physician does not prescribe any pain medications.
3. I visit my Duke Primary Care Physician several times after the 9-18-2010 discharge while I am in severe pain. His office actually refuses to ever prescribe pain medications! I call the pcp's office on Thursday 9-17-2010 and explain that I have pre-op appointments on 9-23-2010 among which include a bone scan. I am bed-ridden in pain and cannot lie still for a bone scan. The nurse said I must come in for an office visit. Not physically possible.
4. I will get a ride to the pre-op tests scheduled by Duke on Tuesday 9-23-2010. But, I wont be able to undergo the bone scan or the MRI because I am in too much pain to lie still. I have explained that fact repeatedly to Duke physicians.
5. I am unclear why Duke Medical is requiring that I continue to be bedridden in pain. It is bad enough that I am bedridden with pain (bone infection, dead tibia bone and severe lower and mid back pain with vomiting) on days when I do not have necessary medical tests.
Duke evidently does not care that I suffer every day. Fine. I get it. They did that with day.
But now Duke is forcing me to forego pre-op tests that would allow another surgeon at Cleveland Clinic to help me by maintaining me in a state of debilitating pain.
I have nothing to be grateful for this holiday season. Last year I was advocating for dad. Now I do not even have the strength to advocate for me. And my worn out mom must be ready to just give up.
This is the first year of my life that I don't care anymore ... I don't expect anything to better. The professionals that I always admired and trusted (medical) have changed and are no longer motivated by helping others.
Query what motivates these medical professionals (physicians, surgeons) -- money?