Hospital in a jiffy
Life punctuated by
landmarks and appointments, a longing to be seen and cared for when discomfort
sets in.
A week had passed
before heightened concerns were enough to call the hospital for an emergency
appointment.
At my last meeting
with the consultant, took me off a prophylactic regime with the hope that a
condition I once had will no more reoccur. Whilst I was a bit sceptical, I did
not challenge that premise but allowed that decision to stand.
Over the detail again
The discomfort was
becoming unbearable, I could not wait for my next consultant appointment to
address it, and so once again, I was telling the stories of medicaments and
reactions to another new face.
I am already too aware of my medical history, I have good knowledge of the blood work and I have to align that with my state of mind.
My view was that
whilst a therapeutic approach might grant immediate relief, it could easily be
temporary and we could find ourselves reviewing this matter again without
consideration of the fact that I am beginning to look like a trial and error
experiment.
For now or for longer
For what I know
about myself, there are certain issues that have responded well to therapeutic
intervention but others that require my sometimes-stressed immune system to
battle for supremacy require prophylaxis and I am happy to carry that course of
intervention until such a time that my blood work indicates a clear reduction
of risk.
With that sorted,
it was then a matter of dosage, the duration of intense intervention before
settling down to prophylaxis.
My body first
I intend to
maintain some control on the regimens I undergo stressing the importance for my
new consultants to have a long and studied view of my medical situation before
they begin to alter any of the prescriptions I have comfortably managed over
the last 4 years.
This is not to
exert medical primacy which is their field of expertise, but we cannot ignore
the fact that it is always my body first before it is an object of research,
analysis, conjecture or decision usually based on their observations and
diagnosis, but needful of my consent and acquiescence on any course of action
after that.
After a 40-minute
wait for my prescription at the pharmacy, I realised one thing that remains
constant is my date of birth – how uncanny.
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