The Surgery Saga

This is going to be a long post. For everyone's benefit, I'll cut it into days to make for a bit of easier reading. Also, I will probably talk about some semi-gross things, such as what you have to deal with when you go into the hospital to have your belly sliced open. You have been warned.

( Wednesday )

( Thursday )

( Friday )

( Saturday )

( Oh, you thought that was the end, did you? )

So this was the last straw. She's being officially reported. All the other stuff was bad enough, but this? She has endangered my health. She has lied. She had dismissed symptoms and delayed treatment which ultimately made the underlying condition far worse than it needed to be. She has belitted and ignored my choices and recommendations and lifestyle again and again. I need some justice here, because she is a foul doctor who doesn't deserve to be seeing people if this is the quality of care she's going to give them. I'm completely disgusted, and ashamed that I ever had to trust her with my health at all.

I see her tomorrow to have the staples removed. If I can't switch my 6-week follow-up appointment to a new doctor, I'll have to see her again, then. But after that, if I can get away with it, I don't want to see her face. I don't want to talk to her. I especially don't want her to have any say on what happens to my body or my health, because all I know now is that she'll either fuck it up or lie about it. Or both. I can't trust her, and the reasons I can't trust her are ones she brought down entirely on her own head.

Lousy fucking bitch.

So that hopefully concludes the surgery saga. If that sore looks bad again later, I may end up back at the ER, but if not, great. I'm hoping for not, but I really don't want an abdominal abscess to spread very far, so again, better safe than sorry. But we'll see.