Bradley's Buzz

E-I-E-I-O M.D.

It appears every frickin' doctor in the world is some kind of specialist - they all seem to know their field so well yet when it comes time to answer you or even give a simple diagnosis, you can't get an answer out of anyone. They just send you onto the next specialist.

My Leivas has been having problems lately with his innards, and even some problems with a hip, now before you start thinking I'm dating some old man, let me just say you're only half right... the main point is as of today he's seen his regular doctor, had a CT scan, is getting a lower GI, and now they want to do a MRI which I thought was the same as a CT but is still quite different from a GI. When I heard he was having a lowered GI I personally had a whole different image in my head and I must admit I was quite pissed off... but not as pissed as I'm getting since no one seems to know anything.

Meanwhile, my sister in Wisconsin who has had problems with her kidney in the past called up because she was so ill she couldn't sleep. Her doctor who had worked with her told her they wouldn't give her any drugs and she should just make an appointment with the doctor - first available appointment? Two weeks. So my mother carted her off to the emergency room where the doctor who still had no real diagnosis gave her some Vicadin and that little pill they give you should you ingest anthrax.

Up until now I've kind of stood in the background while everyone around me gets tested and prodded and pushed to the curb and I don't really want to be a B-I-T-C-H about it but if that's the only way to get an A-N-S-W-E-R from an MD perhaps it's time my little blue Escort headed over to Cedars... or perhaps I should just invest in my own MRI/CT/GI/MD/DVD/CD machine. Armed with a good medical encylopedia I may just have found my calling.

posted by swivek @ 3:14 PM