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pameladean) wrote2012-05-30 06:34 pm
pameladean) wrote2012-05-30 06:34 pm
That's why they call it the PRACTICE of medicine
It's been some time since I posted. I thought I would try dividing things up into smaller posts rather than doing one huge looming one with cut-tags and ending up with a strange interlarding of comments on twelve different pieces of news and six different issues.
A close family member (not a partner or a member of my household) has been having a cancer scare. She does not in fact have cancer, but it was a very stressful month, in which a cascade of different kinds of scans and blood tests and visits to various oncologists was rendered much worse than it should have been by a slow-moving iatrogenic trainwreck. This began with a severe allergic reaction to the contast medium for the CAT scan and continued on through gigantic hallucination-causing doses of Benedryl to end in several other nasty drugs and an extended period as a couch potato, a role very ill-suited to the person in question and disquieting to everybody. Only this week has ordinary life seemed to be re-establishing itself. The patient, who was incorrectly diagnosed with a different flavor of cancer in 1996, has had frequent occasion to make use of my subject line.
I preferred to have solid information, whether good or bad, before posting; and it seemed difficult, mostly because of my habit of flinging everything into a single post, to write anything without mentioning it.
Pamela
A close family member (not a partner or a member of my household) has been having a cancer scare. She does not in fact have cancer, but it was a very stressful month, in which a cascade of different kinds of scans and blood tests and visits to various oncologists was rendered much worse than it should have been by a slow-moving iatrogenic trainwreck. This began with a severe allergic reaction to the contast medium for the CAT scan and continued on through gigantic hallucination-causing doses of Benedryl to end in several other nasty drugs and an extended period as a couch potato, a role very ill-suited to the person in question and disquieting to everybody. Only this week has ordinary life seemed to be re-establishing itself. The patient, who was incorrectly diagnosed with a different flavor of cancer in 1996, has had frequent occasion to make use of my subject line.
I preferred to have solid information, whether good or bad, before posting; and it seemed difficult, mostly because of my habit of flinging everything into a single post, to write anything without mentioning it.
Pamela