Yes. Why, yes I did.
|University of Virginia Medical School|
If you've never read about the circuitous route that brought me to where I am today (and I mean, hair pin turns, missed airline flights, cross-country jaunts, falling down the bunny hole, and walking backwards), then you might be interested in clicking here to read about it.
(Then please come back, 'cause there's more.
It's long, but it might be of interest.)
Now, I say "maybe I SHOULD have become a doctor" because I'm fighting a losing battle with one -- and I think I could teach a lesson in compassion. Right now on my Facebook page there are suggestions and debates about what I should do because I'm not getting helped by what is supposed to be one of the best hospitals in the world. If you read the Facebook thread, I ask you to be respectful of all thoughts, as health care is a polarizing topic. Health care really is NOT the issue at hand in my opinion -- it's about what I talk about on this blog quite a lot....
|art by one of my favorite artists, TheWheatField|
** Doctors, if you are no longer right for the patient, tell them, and then refer them.
** If the patient feels the treatment offered is terrifying and unnecessary, for heaven's sake, don't have your SECRETARY pass along a message that shows you, the DOCTOR, never even read the freaking message, and leaves the patient still feeling terrified.
Doctors are not God. Doctors are human. They make mistakes, they have bad days, they make bad choices. But they should LISTEN. They may not have the time they used to have back in the day to really have a good, long chat with their patient, but when a patient, who has researched the heck out of their ailment, emails a pointed question, please answer it within two weeks, m'k?
I am sick of my freaking headaches.
I've had six MRIs in two years.
After two years, I still have no pain medication.
My ophthalmologist, the only one who seems to give a damn, sees me every six months to monitor eye pressure. He sees it. Not enough (yet) to break out a can of (excuse me) Whoop Ass on a doctor, but enough that last time, when I told him I wasn't being helped, he slammed his hand on his desk and immediately called for (sigh) an MRI. Which I didn't need, but he didn't trust the other five.
My original neurologist, who is smart, savvy, and who I adore, sadly no longer takes my insurance, which, as far as insurance companies go, is The Devil. So it's no wonder he had to make that business decision, and I don't fault him for it. I had to see him once while waiting the many, many months for the Famous Hospital to see me, and he saw me the very day I called and only charged me half price.
I've been told to get a Patient Advocate to help me with the Famous Hospital, but at this point, I no longer want to go there. I have asked for the nerve block shots instead of the terrifying and as-of-yet unnecessary hospitalizations and have been given -- a dial tone. The Famous Hospital is an hour and a half away in good traffic.
So now I'm going to write to my old neurologist, the one that actually listened, and ask for a payment plan for the shots. And if things get to the point that the hospitalization and scary stuff need to happen, well. We'll cross that bridge if we ever meet it.
What does this mean now?
Well, for one, I've signed up to sell again at the International Gem and Jewelry Shows in Chantilly, VA in the months of August and December. I'll be selling some jewelry but will also be selling off quite a lot of my stash. It's just time. I'll be gathering things up into Bead Soup sets and we'll see how it goes.
|photo by Cindy Wimmer|
It also means that if you have been having a health problem, I'd love for your to email me so you know you are NOT alone. We may not be able to solve any of the BIG problems, but there's power in sharing.
If you've made it this far through this vitriolic diatribe, thank you. Stay well.
Lori Anderson creates jewelry for her web site, Lori Anderson Designs, and wrote the blog An Artist's Year Off. She's also a contributor to Art Bead Scene. She is also the creator of the Bead Soup Blog Party.