I am compelled to share with my Guest's, that I have had the second week anniversary from the date I dropped off the prescription ordered by my new Neurologist, Dr. She-With-Many-Name's. My God, yes, the drama and politicking continues over a new medication she ordered.
I am uncertain, no, drop that, it is clear to me that somebody or some company has created drama for a person who is a patient in search of a better way of life. It is as it has always been that when a doctor or a doctor's assistant, order's me to take a medication, I eat the medication until I/we know that there is nothing wrong going on within my system's additional pill and or tablet.
It is a total ironic blast to visualize this in my mind, because I am usually the one reporting that I would rather not take the medicine. I have out-right refused medications in the past and all things considered, just may do so again. Yet, I am in dire straits, a place where I understand when the time comes to take a step up and try something new. Then please, let's all be on the same page. All knowing the direction I wish to head. Knowing what we as a Team know now, it is in my best interest to insure all future medicinal transactions be handled well in advance of when I am to receive them. This drama and humiliation beckons me to the reasoning I have in attempting to eat as few medications as I can.
I don't know.
What, with the Meniere's, Asthma, Migraine's, Cervical Spine, and the High Blood Pressure. There is the Sugar Diabetes and Neurological issues, Cervical Spine and lower Lumbar Spine misery. The Thyroid, depression, anxiety, etc, etcetera. There is no doubt in my brain's that I might could have created some form of other Elk shit disease. note: Elk's expel pellets. Please, for just a moment, think of all of the pills I have had to eat in the past four years alone, as I take a moment and try not to remember every injection I have had in this same period. This makes me feel just a little bit queasy, eh?
What is that?!
The Politics's Of Medicine Continues. As a patient, this withholding of medication is something that I have never had to deal with. I don't like the way this has me feeling as a patient, as a fellow Human Spirit and as a Man. If MY DOCTOR, has an idea or concept of change made to MY LIFE, then let MY DOCTOR and I DECIDE WHAT IT IS WE DO WITH ME AND MY BODY.
For shits sake, this is my body. I do not belong to my doctor or the pharmacy. Neither, am I owned by some insurance company, with their gestapo like political agenda when it comes to MY Health, Body, Mind and Spirit's. I am my own Advocate. There is also My Advocate. Maybe it is time to reach out to him. I see and sense that some donkey has gone and had me mistaken for some other son-of-a-bitch. Huh? Why yes, I have been known as both, a bitch and a son-of-a-bitch, and it doesn't matter much to me. They both have so often come to the aid of my own mule ass. This is my life. This is my life in real terms, dig?
Please, please, please, why play political games with a person's well being? I am the patient, my doctor has ordered a medicine that will assist me with creating a healthier routine in life and My Path. I can dream about this or I can advocate for myself until some one hears me. I am committed to being an advocate for me and all of my health. I can also dream, just not about the politics's of medicine as I see it from here.
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