Conspicuous by my absence (Page 7 of 8)

Just wondering if you should really be driving yet in view of the ease with which you 'nod off'? (Jewish mother syndrome.)

I'm behind you all the way with your 'don't take no #$%*' in hospitals attitude, and so is Granny House - I call her that now because she correctly diagnosed what was wrong with my mother-in-law, whom I had to take to the E&R last Sunday, long before the doctors there did. Sadly, it seems that patients and their families don't get taken seriously unless you make a fuss. 

Well tomorrow I go to have my EEG results explained to me.  This is after 1 office affirmed they didn't know what they were doing and the 2nd office told me it would take 10 days from last Friday. 

I may not be making friends.      Our system has a design flaw.  "I feel like a number..."

MuchImpatience
BigJeff

And I of you, mate.  Prayers offered up.

MuchLove
Doc

son and I are thinking of you Big Jeff, and will pray for both you and your doctors in this matter. No, you don't have to take anything off them. The state of medical care is fairly atrocious, you actually have to fight them to get some patient rights. I will stop complaining now about my ruptured quadricep tendon (the Chas Barkley injury) from 2 years ago, it pails in comparison.
1. you didn't wreck the car that morning
2. you had friends and family that sought immediate help
3. apparently the surgeons knew their stuff
4. you didn't die

keep on recovering, take it slow, but always keep on rocking. I know you will.
PS - Always enjoy your posts, kinda wacky like my thinking.

Thanks Everybody...back home now.  Praies & glory, I like THIS Dr. 

EEG shows that I'm still brain-damaged slightly (no jokes  ) and still at a risk for siezures if I don't take my meds properly.  Gulp!  He told me a whole lot of stuff starting with "You've probably heard a hundred different stories."  So he gave me the straight poop.

I said: How do you know all this?  I've never seen you before.

Oh yeah, he said... I was the guy in the ER when you got there and this is how it went...worse than what I'd been told.  The great spirit must've really wanted me to live.

Ironic that once I knew the whole story in straight talk, I got real calm.  No mo gnashin of teeth.  Straight talk.

In the middle of a big discussion, later at home, with the DivineMsTia, (who doesn't run her dr's office that way) while I was expounding on this design flaw previously mentioned, I shut the whole thing down.  I was tired.

"My love; you were there when 3 of the 4 docs involved, stated plainly, that they agreed with my conclusions."

Oh yeah. 

MuchGratitude
BJJ FDOL

Hey Woofer thanks a million.  I have 4 docs now...want one?  pfui. 

I explained that i did NOT want these meds I'm on.  They said too bad.  You're at a risk for siezure.  I said it's too dang much.  They said what's your blood level numbers?  I said you tell me...  PANIC at the dr's office. 

So I go and get my blood levels checked, cause they finally write me a script...oh your levels are too high...gee ya think?

So of course since I'm such a charming and persuasive individual, I now have access to the inner sanctum.  One PA was talking down his nose to me and I asked him how many languages he spoke.  When he just blinked at me I asked him if he'd ever been invited to join Mensa.  And how many instruments he played.     The nurse just giggled and asked me how my wife let me outa the house, after he was down the hall. 

So life is good and I'm grateful for so many things.

MuchLove
BigJeff

Ok It's been a sobering week and week end.  Went to work on Friday and was out of my element, somewhat.  Looked at some technical stuff and scratched my head.  Whoa.

I've had band mates and some composers wanting me to get back into it with them.  I didn't really have that burning desire.  After I went to a piano recital where my daughter just blew the roof of tne community center, whatever wall I had up on my emotions came crashing down.  I didn't even know it was there.  MsTia blew out 3 hankies.

So I went straight into my garage/studio and my fingers wouldn't work.  I was fuzzy headed on arrangements, too.  Once I sat down and eased up a bit, it got a little smoother.  Then my hands and forearms started hurting.  I could sing a little but I had to make up the words.      I've got 4 tunes I owe people bass parts or arrangements for and can't concentrate yet.

A guitar player friend (gasp) from my last band is a firefighter.  He has experience with head trauma.  He said I was a month ahead of some people recovering from trauma/concussions, so I should stop with the impatience.  OK.

I just came back from a hotroom yoga and now nothing works.     I'm in so much pain, but it's the healing kind.  Every injury or scar I ever had is on fire.  But it's good.  And they showed me love.  MuchLove.

It's just work and I'm willing to do it.  I see even more now.  I see how & why some people who take a hit, might drink or drug themselves to death, or die in front of the TV.  Not me baby.  I ain't some people. 

MuchForce
BJJ FDO Love.

Thanks you and Mr Mererkat.  Here's a pic.  10 weeks after:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bjj_fdol/s … 542367669/

Good thing she looks like her mommy.