Feeling Much Better Now

A short while back I wrote about a doctor appointment gone horribly wrong. In that post I chronicled my experience at the University Physicians Urgent Care where a doctor insisted that I had a “viral fungal” infection, that I probably had never had a bacterial sinus infection and that all the diagnostic tests I’ve had that had confirmed various things regarding my health were totally wrong.

By glancing at the dark circles under my eyes, she claimed she was able to diagnose this viral, fungal infection, that it was chronic and that I probably have had it for some time now. In reality, I just wasn’t sleeping enough.

She insisted that an antibiotic would do me no good. That I wouldn’t start feeling better for seven to nine more days before saying “I will write whatever prescription you want, what do you want? I don’t think you should take anything but if you insist, I will write whatever you want.”

And now that nine days have passed since my initial appointment I felt an update was in order. Twenty-four hours after my first dose of the antibiotic I requested and I was feeling dramatically better.

Just goes to show that sometimes you know more about your body than the doctor you’re paying to treat it.

Why I Was Denied Health Insurance

After months of waiting for my health insurance to be activated, and after paying for it all the while, I was informed recently that I am uninsurable.

What horrible malady might I have? Cancer? Multiple sclerosis? Heart disease? Let’s take a look at the letter they sent. I’m sure that will tell me why.

Oh, yes. I was denied health insurance because of “*”. Seriously? All you people who think the United States of America doesn’t need a major overhaul of its health insurance industry should look at this and think twice.

For no reason I was denied health insurance. Previously they told me they were waiting on the results of an electrocardiography exam I had nearly three years ago. An EKG that came back saying my heart was in perfect condition. Now they tell me because… asterisk. They literally have no reason for their rejection. I have been dealing with them since August with this mind you.

Welcome to America, land of the brave, the free and the uninsured.

Thanks Republicans who did all they could to prevent people like me from getting coverage and the Democrats that let them do it. Tea Party members… Don’t even get me started.

Share your insurance issues, thoughts on reform in the comments.

Not a Trivial Night

December 9th I spent most of my day at the hospital for tests. I’ve been getting bronchitis around six times a year for a while now with the occasional pneumonia thrown in for good measure.

My general practitioner, finally having enough of it, sent me to a pulmonary specialist for a proper diagnosis. After a PFT (pulmonary function test), X-Ray, a CT-Scan, a few stress tests/O2 measures and a meeting with two pulmonary specialists, I had my diagnosis.

The news wasn’t good but also not the end of the world. It isn’t life ending but it is something I will live with for the rest of my life. It’s progressive, chronic and not a fun diagnosis. But not something that I will let get me down. I have too many wonderful people in my life, Ryan being at the very top of that list, that make life more glorious. More fantastic than any bad diagnosis could defeat.

That night I was given evidence of these awesome people. I got a call from Corey asking me to join him and Sam (@coreyschmidt and @samuelaveryhunt) at Harpo’s for trivia night.

You might say that the night itself was “trivial”, har har… This was my first foray in to trivia and, what a remarkable performance by all! We were just one question away from winning it all! Unfortunately, Phoebe (@fotofobe) was there…

Being the smarty pants she is, her team, the Never Nudes, swept up the win.

Never mind, that. The evening was a wicked fun, ending with a few more drinks with Chase (@clettenberg) at their place and my first taste of Wise Guys Pizza.

It wasn’t long before my unfortunate doctor visit was just a distant memory.

Thanks guys, I love you.

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Blame Drew’s Cancer

Click to VisitI remember reading about Drew’s cancer a couple of years ago, around the time that my aunt was diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer, for the second time.  Things weren’t looking good for her, beating colon cancer was one thing.  Beating it a second time, after you’ve already been through several surgeries, was a totally different story.

The cancer moved from her colon to her lungs as we prepared to say our goodbyes.

It seemed impossible at the time, but somehow my aunt was dealt a second miracle.  An almost unexplainable disappearance of cancer in her lungs and colon.  The treatment from MD Anderson, which was experimental and not as promising as one would hope for, worked.

It’s been nearly two years and she is still cancer free.

Drew is not.

His fight against cancer has become a sort of internet phenomenon.  His website Blame Drew’s Cancer invites everyone to blame, you guessed it, Drew’s cancer for anything that goes wrong.  Stub your toe? Blame Drew’s cancer.  Lock your keys in the car? Blame Drew’s cancer.

The idea quickly spread and it wasn’t long before a hashtag was born (#blamedrewscancer) which people are encouraged to use on Twitter and various YouTube videos popped up.

This is by far my favorite.  It actually brought me to chills and even a few tears from my eyes.  Videos like this give me faith in this world, that it isn’t all bad, that there are good people out there.

Oh and thanks to @DaRave for indirectly reminding me about this movement.  No get to the gym!

Keith Olbermann on Healthcare

There’s really nothing I can say to preface Keith Olbermann‘s one-hour “special comment” on the healthcare debate here in America.  It’s honest, frightening and often times brought me close to tears.

This special tells the truth behind the lies of what healthcare reform will bring and exposes what will happen if we don’t get healthcare reform here in America.  The statistics are startling. For instance, if you are without insurance in America, you are 40% more likely to die than someone with insurance.  40% more likely to die.

It’s worth watching, and watching again.

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What a Headache

I’ve always been someone that got headaches.  I remember when I was younger waking up in the middle of the night crying from migraines.  My dad would carry me downstairs while my mom moistened a soft cloth with cool water which she would place on my forehead.  I would take to the couch in their bedroom and wait for the pain to go away.

It was around this time that I started having seizures.  They started out as twitches, ticks, and then grew to petit mal and complex partial seizures.  It wasn’t long after that I was having 15 of these seizures a day, losing vision, time and place.  If walking I’d fall to the ground, wake up a few moments later confused and irritated.

These seizures caused a lot of trouble for me in junior high, but especially in high school.  I began missing large chunks of school, in addition to the large chunks of time that seemed to escape from me with each seizure.

MRI and CT scans showed a small mass in my brain which my neurologist associated with the seizures.  Due to it’s location and the fact it wasn’t moving or growing at any substantial rate, it was decided that a biopsy or all out removal would be unnecessary.  The negative outweighed the positive in the removal of it.  Many people have these masses and more times than not, never even know.  But it’s still something that I’m supposed to get checked on every 6-12 months, just to be safe.

After a series of unfortunate neurologist experiences…

  1. Killed her husband by poisoning him, then disappeared with my medical records
  2. Prescribed three medications with known interactions with at least two of them, then proceeded to give me a years supply of expired samples
  3. Used her drugs recreationally… though at the time the best neurologist I’d yet had
  4. Number 1 reappeared… and we actually went back to her cause she was supposedly the top pediatric neurologist in Houston
  5. Moved to Columbia where a neurologist said I didn’t have epilepsy because I didn’t have a seizure during a sleep study, never mind that I’d had several during the many previous EEGs and sleep studies
  6. Overdosed severely by emergency room Dr who tripled the dosage on my RX on accident… twice.  He no longer works at the hospital

And that’s just the abbreviated history.

I’ve now got two, fantastic, non-felon, non-addict, non-asshole, non-fuckup neurologists that work my case.

Yesterday I had yet another MRI done.  I’ve been having some pretty severe headaches everyday for the last three months or so.  I figured it was stress with school, finals, hosting a Cake and a Movie every week and just general shitty weather causing the headaches.

As they increased in both intensity and regularity, despite many of my stressors evaporating; I decided it was time to see a doctor again.  Thus the MRI and all the fun new medicines.  Above is my Midrin which is actually a combination of three medications, isometheptene mucate, dichloralphenazone and acetaminophen.  Each works differently in symphony with the other to help relieve my headaches.

I should get the MRI results next week, not expecting too much from that, except maybe what is causing the pressure on the right side of my brain which is where the pain is as well as the side where I lose some hearing, have a ringing and pain in my ear during the headaches.

Wish me luck, though, honestly, I’m not at all worried about it, I’m sure one of my three doctors will find a good solution to this increasingly annoying, painful problem.

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Facebook, Yucky Advertising!

Gay With Genital Warts?Like seriously, Facebook, what’s going on here?

Yes, I’m gay but no I don’t have the Human Papillomavirus (HPV).  In fact, I don’t know anyone that does.

Never the less, “Gay With Genital Warts?”?  Does this medication not work for “Breeder With Genital Warts?”

Blech.  Whatever.  Total FAIL here.  Which is why I love the thumbs up/down option on advertisements.

This was a big ol’ thumbs down and why?  Because it didn’t pertain to me.  If this is what targeted advertising is coming to, count me out!

Now back to some Kings of Leon – Sex on Fire… hmmm, that song title is ironic…

UPDATE:

I’d only been away from my blog for a few minutes before another stupid Facebook advertisement showed up.  This advert was for a law office that, seems to at least, specialize in DWI/MIP arrests/tickets.

First off, advertising to college kids that there are people out there to get them out of their DWI/MIP offenses is awful.  DWI should require jail time.  You are lucky when you don’t wreck your car and kill.  DWI has no excuse. Period.  I’m sure we all have done it at one point and we were all so very stupid to do it.Mid-Mo DWI_MIP Lawyers

I have had a roommate who was notorious in his drinking and driving, and it ended up with him messing up the car he was driving more than once.  He is lucky there were no other people involved, who knows how that could have changed his life?

Maybe it was working in the emergency room of my university’s hospital that has me like this.

I will never forget the Sunday morning when I had three patients come into the ER via life flight helicopter.

This family was on their way to church when a drunk driver hit their car head on.  Killing one child instantly, severely injuring another and her father.  I remember seeing the father crying before his daughter’s bed after he was released from the hospital he was flown to and made it to our ER.

I learned that just a few months earlier he had lost his wife, their mother to cancer.  And now he had lost one child with the other one slipping further away every moment.

The drunk driver was ok.  He should be in jail for life, for ending two children’s life.  For destroying what was left of a father and his fractured family.

I think I’m done now.

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