Hell hath no fury like a Joshies Scorn
So normally I try to be polite, calm, and cool headed about most things but what happened today pushed my paitence to it’s limits. I had my 5th STC today ( 3rd Spinal Injection) and they sent me down to the operating room to some ‘specialists’ for this weeks injections because of the holiday, and when I got to the back operating room I was instantly starting to shake a little uncontrolably, It was like the operating room back when I had my Scoliosis surgery… where I got paralyzed 9 years ago. So I tried to calm myself down and waited for the valium to kick in. Of course it didnt work, so I asked them if I could have something more to calm my nerves down I told one of the doctors down there like this “Could I please have something to calm my nerves? I am really scared right now.” Now at this point I would like to say that this doctor spoke AND understood the English language, what does he do? he ignores me and goes back to work. So I tried maybe 15-20 mins later, at this point I was so worked up my legs were spasming on this tiny operating table, they didnt even know what a spasm was and thought I was doing this on my own , when they spasm they fall off the table ( at least the left one did) so the doctor tells me to ‘hold still please’ I tried to calmly explain to them what a spasm was and that it was involuntary, they apperently didnt seem to understand well or just didnt care.
I asked for the Translator Amanda to come into the room so I could speak to her and she could translate to them that i needed something to relax me and help the anxiety/spasms. Yep, They ignored me again, at this point I am getting flustrated and I am shaking. These ‘Specialists’ have been poking at my back to get this injection for at least a hour and I am getting sore of laying on this cold,hard operating table, but there is no use saying anything to them because they don’t listen, or choose not to. after another half hour apperently they were done and placed a bag on the pole that holds my IV bags ( it looks like the stem cells) so that right there told me that they were unsuccessful in the injection and had to give it to me through the IV after all, it had been a hour and a half since they started.
Right then I shut down and would not look or talk to any of them, not like they said anything to me anyways, once I got back out to where my Dad and Amanda was, my Dad knew something was wrong from my expression, and he saw the IV bag and asked if they got it in, apperently they did get the injection in and this bag as a growth syrum to help the stem cells along. even after hearing that I was still not very happy seeing as the way they treated me, when I got back to my room I finnaly broke down and told my Dad everything from start to finish adding a few things like ‘ I did’nt fly half way around the world for these people to do a half-assed job’ needless to say I was very pissed and so was my dad, he went to go find Amanda and talk to her, once she found out what happend she was furious as well and went to talk to her supervisor and to get me some more medicine to help me calm down and sleep.
Long story short. this is a venting post and yes I got the injection after much trouble and inconvinence and I am not going to them anymore I will have all my injections up here as normal, as for the ‘specialists’ I’m not sure what I want to say to them or have Amanda say to them for me. anyways I am sorry that this is not a happy post but I had to tell people how I felt and the experience we went through so hopfully tomorrow will be a better post .
4 comments October 1st, 2008
