Anti Pleasure

I wasn’t going to write about this at all in my blog about my health issues and experiences in the hospital, but I think it is perfect time to talk about it! Today I went to the hospital earlier than I should have (like two hours), I got there and took a nerve pill plus something else to relax me. Then I laid in the bed at DOSA (Day of Surgery Admittance) while they jabbed and poked everywhere several times not able to find a vein to start my IV. I tried not to let it bother me because I HATE needles, so I just tend to look away but when I’m being jabbed for no reason, and the fact of how much I hate needles, I was starting to get upset because the doctor was already an HOUR behind schedule.

Then they gave me a shot in the hip which made my mouth dry (along with something else that I took with the nerve pill, can’t remember what she said) and I wasn’t allowed water or anything. By this point, I hadn’t had anything to eat in almost 24 hours because I was supposed to fast the evening before. The medications they gave me suppressed my appetite so it didn’t bother me too much, I was just falling asleep but I felt uncomfortable because I have a huge ovarian cyst (which is now a tumor) pushing down on my pelvis area. So needless to say, I was DAMN uncomfortable all day, I couldn’t even relaxed.

Now the nurses that were with me all day, suddenly disappeared for a couple of hours. Their shift must have ended so all these other annoying nurses walked by giving me awkward glances. I was one of the only people still left waiting to have my surgery done. 

So finally this nurse comes over and says, “you know what I am going to say don’t you?” as if it’s something that I have not been waiting for ALL DAY plus for SIX MONTHS because of my doctor who is just busy busy busy because he had broken his shoulders. I started squalling in the hospital because I have been in so much pain and discomfort for months upon months and I was finally ready to get this over with… but no. 

My main point about all of this experience is, there is NOT ANYTHING keeping people in Saint John. There are so many cities just like this one and it’s a shame how many sick people there are compared to the amount of doctors we have. And you know, there is only one specialist in this city for the surgery that I need done. Sure they could book an appointment in Fredericton, Moncton, maybe even Halifax who knows, but I would have to wait months and I don’t HAVE months I am extremely ill. 

My mom went in his office on the west side to see what was going on, and I guess it was a dying patient. I could be wrong though, I just know the lady being operated on today must have been going through a tough time. I understand that completely. But being at the hospital drugged up and uncomfortable (more so than I usually am) and achey for SIX hours, it’s NOT fair on me. It’s not fair on anyone who needs this specialist to operate on her.

I am so thankful to have medicare but I am still not covered for any medications. I am getting a little off topic here but anyway, I AM thankful that I am covered in some way so we don’t have hospital bills.

BUT MY GOD does this city ever need HELP! No one wants to stay here. It really perturbs me and upsets me because there are so many sick people everywhere and there is nothing we can do because of the lack of doctors.

I’m still very upset, I feel really sick today and I just wanted the nightmare to be over with. But my mom and I went to the doctor’s office and spoke with his secretary and she got me in for December 9th. What a lovely Christmas present! Oh well at least it won’t be too much longer but I am getting tired of set backs because of this doctor. I know he has to tackle so much and I don’t mean to be sounding so selfish, but it’s hard when you’ve been really ill and just want all of this sorted.

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