Please, get a clue Doc and don’t lie to me.

After having chest pains upon arriving home from seeing The Curmudgeon, I called my cardiologist. He called me back within minutes and told me to stay away from the hospital for a few days if I wanted to survive. I had to do as he said or he threatened to admit me to the Allentown St. Luke’s.

I didn’t hear a word from the hospital until seven p.m. When yet another doctor called to tell me that it isn’t seizures, it’s not strokes, but when asked “what is it?” Didn’t have a clue.

“We’re running more tests and he seemed better today.”

Yeah, you guys always say he’s better when I’m not there to call you on it.

Yes, I raised my voice at the doctor and yes, I called her on a few things she hemmed and hawed around. And yes, I did say fuck a few times.

The one thing I have asked from them since the beginning is TELL ME THE TRUTH do not candy coat it, do not lie, do not try to soften the blow. I don’t think the truth is too much to ask from them.

Color me frustrated and pissed off.

Dont make me adult LucyMy chest hurts again.

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About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on November 11, 2015, in MS related. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Hugs, my prayers go out to both of you. It is hard to be a caregiver and take care of yourself too, but you need to.

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