They are in my walls, furnace, floor, and roof. Even combined they would not be able to handle what I need to expel. Thank you for your caring, there is still no bed for her in Cleveland after four days but she is next on the list from her current hospital. Tonight's IV contained a dose of 120 mg Lasix. Still not releasing the fluid after her lower angiogram during which her blockage could not be opened (hoping Cleveland can). To say this is scary combined with heart failure is not even close. She's been in this hospital for over a week, dehydrated, weak, uncomfortable, terrified. Am I helping alleviate her fears? Impossible when I feel like the ground is gently trembling, waiting for it to crack open.
I was devastated and unable to cope with the "rapid onset and progression" of fibrosis by the PA almost two months ago. Started relying on medication to cope which I received from others because this doctor office refused. I took it upon myself and called another doctor not affiliated with them, saw him yesterday. And now, the louvers on my vents are wide open and blowing uncontrollable emotions.
Except for the GGO grouping that needs checked in six months, there is no fibrosis shown on the CT scan. He just kept shaking his head, my reports in his hand, and was stunned that I had to insist on the scan. More ridiculous he said, is the fact that she told me fibrosis does not show on a CT, yet she takes the subjective result from an xray which many times can be an error in perception by the radiologist.
I have been in this state of mind for some time, am questioning everything, unable to let go. I did several weeks ago and was thrown back into that black hole. No trust, nothing tangible for proof. Could the PA really be so foolish? Or did the radiologist that read the scan miss it? Is this ridiculous? I am just so fragile and worn down that I can't cope or let my guard down. I need to snap out of it and be extremely grateful, which is difficult until Carole is out of danger.
Today is the 20th anniversary of my dad's death because of a doctor's failure, and when I saw that punk in Macy's parking lot a few weeks later, he turned and ran back to his car. What about this PA? So sympathetic and sweet, do I tell the doctor how her irresponsibility caused such mental and physical distress? At a time when I need to function and have some stability, her recklessness took that from me along with ever feeling safe or trusting a medical report. Or do I just follow her for two months and make her feel the fear and anxiety she put me through?
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