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5:10am October 16, 2013
I just got home and Fey is here.  Nothing wrong on the x-ray.  All of this is actually what I predicted:  That whatever is going on, it’s early enough for me to feel it but not far along enough for anyone else to detect anything. On the one hand this is fine with me:  I’ve been on antibiotics so many times this year I don’t want to go on them unless I really have to. On the other hand, I get really irritated at a particular attitude some doctors have.  Well this wasn’t even a doctor exactly, he was a PA.  But anyway, they only go by what they can see.  And that means oxygen level, blood pressure, x-rays, stethoscopes, etc.  They don’t realize that if they actually listened to their patients, they could catch things before they ever get to the point that they DO show up on those things.  There’ve been so many times when I’ve gone to doctors over and over for something, and get brushed off because they trust their tests more than they trust my self-descriptions.  Then I end up with, for instance (real example) my lung partially collapsing because they spent weeks if not months ignoring me when I said something was wrong. My mom actually said she saved someone’s life when she was a respiratory therapist.  Because there was this doctor staring at the O2 sat numbers and saying this guy was fine.  And my mom ignored the doctor, actually looked at the guy himself, said to the nurse “get the crash cart,” and he coded within minutes.  (This is also why I don’t trust the attitude that “respiratory therapists are just technicians they don’t actually know anything about medicine because they don’t have to go to school very long”.  My mom is very good with understanding most areas of practical medicine involving lungs because she was exposed to it for decades on the job.  And you ignore that kind of expertise at your peril.  She isn’t so good at most other areas of medicine, but that’s because she was a RESPIRATORY therapist.) And this guy is definitely one of those ones who only trusts tests and crap.  So even though I agree with his decision, I don’t trust the way he made it, if that makes any sense.   I really hope this simply goes away and doesn’t get any worse though. Also I’m typing this on my laptop!  It came back from the shop today, although it was extremely expensive given what the repair was ($160 parts and $70 labor just to change a battery.  And yes I’m getting help with the money. Fey is annoyed at the position I’m sitting in bed to take pressure off my butt.  She keeps moving around looking for a spot and getting grumpy when she doesn’t find a good one.  It’s funny how sometimes she’s so standoffish about snuggling (like she’ll be snuggling but not want me touching or acknowledging her presence in any possible way), and other times she’s almost aggressively cuddly to the point it’s an annoyance.  I wonder if she feels the same way about me.

I just got home and Fey is here.  Nothing wrong on the x-ray.  All of this is actually what I predicted:  That whatever is going on, it’s early enough for me to feel it but not far along enough for anyone else to detect anything.

On the one hand this is fine with me:  I’ve been on antibiotics so many times this year I don’t want to go on them unless I really have to.

On the other hand, I get really irritated at a particular attitude some doctors have.  Well this wasn’t even a doctor exactly, he was a PA.  But anyway, they only go by what they can see.  And that means oxygen level, blood pressure, x-rays, stethoscopes, etc.  They don’t realize that if they actually listened to their patients, they could catch things before they ever get to the point that they DO show up on those things.  There’ve been so many times when I’ve gone to doctors over and over for something, and get brushed off because they trust their tests more than they trust my self-descriptions.  Then I end up with, for instance (real example) my lung partially collapsing because they spent weeks if not months ignoring me when I said something was wrong.

My mom actually said she saved someone’s life when she was a respiratory therapist.  Because there was this doctor staring at the O2 sat numbers and saying this guy was fine.  And my mom ignored the doctor, actually looked at the guy himself, said to the nurse “get the crash cart,” and he coded within minutes.  (This is also why I don’t trust the attitude that “respiratory therapists are just technicians they don’t actually know anything about medicine because they don’t have to go to school very long”.  My mom is very good with understanding most areas of practical medicine involving lungs because she was exposed to it for decades on the job.  And you ignore that kind of expertise at your peril.  She isn’t so good at most other areas of medicine, but that’s because she was a RESPIRATORY therapist.)

And this guy is definitely one of those ones who only trusts tests and crap.  So even though I agree with his decision, I don’t trust the way he made it, if that makes any sense.  

I really hope this simply goes away and doesn’t get any worse though.

Also I’m typing this on my laptop!  It came back from the shop today, although it was extremely expensive given what the repair was ($160 parts and $70 labor just to change a battery.  And yes I’m getting help with the money.

Fey is annoyed at the position I’m sitting in bed to take pressure off my butt.  She keeps moving around looking for a spot and getting grumpy when she doesn’t find a good one.  It’s funny how sometimes she’s so standoffish about snuggling (like she’ll be snuggling but not want me touching or acknowledging her presence in any possible way), and other times she’s almost aggressively cuddly to the point it’s an annoyance.  I wonder if she feels the same way about me.