I’ll add more to this later with the latest news.
adding 2 more pictures, update more later:
From the comments on this post: Fat Nation and the Costs
“From Jay Pee. Beloved, I will be the first to admit that I have an unexamined prejudice against the obese. I do not see tham as thinking, feeling human beings. I rarely make eye contact. I give them only perfunctory attention. When I ring up their Rx and they add popcorn, Doritos, candy and soft drinks with corn syrup, I am disgusted. ”
Prior to this I had a lot of respect for you. Now, I have to look at you as no better than a racist who hates solely based on the color of skin. You are a bigot who hates based on how much adipose tissue a person has. How sad is that?
How many of your obese patients have health issues that cause obesity? How many are depressed and over eat? How many are genetically disposed to being fat? Why are they not people to you? How can you dispense medications for COPD to a smoker and not hate him, yet you dispense any medication to a fat person and your hatred comes out?
I am a fat woman. I do have health issues. Things like kidney cancer and a recurrent abdominal infection. Neither of those are because I’m fat. The cancer is hereditary, the infection they are still working on the cause but they do believe it is due to a urachal cyst. Obviously that isn’t caused by obesity.
I was a stick as a child, one of those who were forced to eat. When I hit puberty I began to gain weight. Until I was 28, I had horrendous periods. I eventually researched and researched until I figured out what was causing so many of my problems. I had PCOS that had gone undiagnosed for many years. Once I was, and on proper medication I lost 70 pounds. I’m still fat, I always will be. I am a person. I am worthy of your respect.
I’m in the hospital, again. This time I came into the emergency room on August 31st. As soon as I was in a room in the emergency department the doctor told me I was being admitted. My stomach was covered with a pretty bad case of cellulitis and only IV antibiotics were going to be able to knock it down.
Now, the doctor who saw me was the same doctor who saw me last September. He was the one who convinced me that I needed the CT scan, set up my transfer to the other hospital, and got my insurance to cover the ambulance ride.
That was the scan that found my cancer and saved my life. He recognized me immediately, and I him. As soon as I could I told him that his pushing the issue of the CT scan, then setting everything up for me had saved my life. If that hadn’t happened who knows when it would have been found. It is very likely it still would not have been found and would have been growing all this time. My words tumbled out, as did some tears as I told Dr. H this and he smiled and told me “This is why I do this job.”
Yeah, you did a great one, thank you for saving my life, Dr. H.
From the time we finished talking to the time I was up in the room that I sit in now (5014) was a very short time. I’d say well under an hour, if not under half-hour. The transport team that brought me up to the floor by my wheelchair also drug what would become my best friend: My IV pole.
These two cracked me up as they serenaded me with various songs and joked with one another. If you have to go to the hospital those are the transport people you want to be moving you around. I got to my room and my nurse and CNA settled me into it.
Now, no one wants to be in the hospital but sometimes you have no choice. The rooms here are all private ones now which I love. I can remember a couple different hospitalizations when I was younger when you still had shared rooms and I hated it. While it gave you someone to talk to you had no privacy, and had to share the tv. Yeah, give me my own room and my own remote.
Update number on hospital stay September 2009, more to follow…