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I've seen more doctors today than in my whole life until now!
Why does everyone want to stick things in his brain? Ommaya reservoir? For MORE Depocyt?! FUCK YOU. And a shunt, oh, a shunt, for what's probably a temporary condition and should just be treated with some fluid draining and no surgery that involves his goddamn brain. I wish they would let us know before sending in more random neurologists and neurosurgeons and opthamologists and oncologists, because every single time, Jaime has to retell his story, and every single time, when they leave the room, he feels worse because they made him think about it, they made him relive it. I'm so tired of this. I'm about ready to demand they take out some spinal fluid and give him painkillers, then hide him in our house until he has scans scheduled so no one can do this to him anymore.
And he was SLEEPING. After taking hours to calm down and getting Fioricet and Tramadol and Ativan, he was finally sleeping, when ANOTHER doctor had to show up and be all, "Time for neuro tests! Port in brain, yes? More Depocyt, yes?" HIS NEURO'S THE SAME AS IT WAS HALF AN HOUR AGO, AND NO, AND NO. GO. AWAY.
I want to scream, but I'm in a stupid hospital. I need to scream.
Edit (11:31pm): One more visit! So now they've come up with a diagnosis. Sound familiar?
And he was SLEEPING. After taking hours to calm down and getting Fioricet and Tramadol and Ativan, he was finally sleeping, when ANOTHER doctor had to show up and be all, "Time for neuro tests! Port in brain, yes? More Depocyt, yes?" HIS NEURO'S THE SAME AS IT WAS HALF AN HOUR AGO, AND NO, AND NO. GO. AWAY.
I want to scream, but I'm in a stupid hospital. I need to scream.
Edit (11:31pm): One more visit! So now they've come up with a diagnosis. Sound familiar?
