Thursday, October 24, 2013
Someone Out There
So...I owe ya'll the story of just how I got in to see a decent doctor....Now, if you've been reading this blog for a bit, you know I've written of some fairly, umm, serendipitous events in my life and I know that some of them might have seemed a bit far fetched. However, I assure you that they are all true, as with this story. I honestly don't think I could make this stuff up if I tried.
A few days after I had announced that I would be suspending my blog, I sat here in this chair one morning with a Birmingham phone book in my lap. My tunnel vision had opened up enough that I could see that my kidneys probably were not the issue after all. And I know that laypersons should never try to diagnose themselves, but I had to try something. I mean, the doctors I had seen weren't battin' any higher. Might as well do a little research and in the course of that I thought maybe I should try a neurologist. What the hell? It seemed the only thing left. I know many of you have had your own wranglings with our wonderful health system and know you don't just waltz in to see a specialist though. A few phone calls that morning proved that once again. I sat at the kitchen table on the verge of tears trying to think of which doctor to beg for a referral and hoping I could get in before November. I decided to take a shower, because that always makes you feel better, and on my way past my desk I saw I had received a new e-mail. Half-heartedly I sat down. It looked like spam because it started with "Edifice Rex..." Spam usually does. I opened it anyway and read the short email. I questioned my eyesight and called Jack over to read the email. This is part of what it said:
" I am the head of Neuro-oncology at UAB and a neurologist. Don't worry, I don't think you have a brain tumor but I would be happy to see you or review your records to help get direction on solving your health problems." I guess you never can tell who might be reading your blog. He suggested I Google him to check his background, which I did, but are you kidding me? I would have been tickled to get in to a doctor at Brookwood or somewhere but the head of the department at UAB!!... Yeah, I'll take that. After I was able to pick my jaw up off the floor, I replied with the requested info and within the hour a very nice assistant called me to verify an appointment 2 days later at the Kirklin Clinic no less. Now, for those of you who don't live in Alabama, being asked to come down to Kirklin is, in the medical world, like being asked to come to Carnegie Hall. It was a totally different experience to me. I was treated like a person and the doctor listened to me! For a long time! I know it doesn't take much but my mind was boggled. I have hope again.
So now. Another round of blood work done, 15 minutes or so of funny exercises to see if I could touch my nose, touch my toes and Friday morning I go let them shoot dye into my veins and take pictures of my brain. So... we'll see. Will these new tests reveal anything? . Either way, I know that every once in a while we encounter an individual that teaches us not to despair. There are good people everywhere.