Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because That's How It Is So this is what's going to happen: My doctor will apologize for almost killing me because he goofed. I will not press malpractice charges, and we will live happily ever after. This is what might happen: My doctor won't apologize and I will press charges. From then on, my new mansion will be paid for by him, any loans I will have, he will pay them off, and... in general... I will live a privileged life. This is what had happened: when prescribing tumor-suppressing medications, my doctor read my medical file and med. history. If he has done so, he would've known that I am on other medications. He didn't check if the medication he is prescribing will interact with the one I am already on. And let me tell you, they so did! They interacted so much, that I ended up in the Poison Control Center with them doubting that I would come out of it. How it happened: at first I stopped breathing at work. I ended up in the hospital with them diagnosing this as an allergic reaction. I continued both of my meds. My arm went numb, I got a fever of 104F while shivering from being cold, my organs felt like they were going to explode, and I was drifting in and out of conciousness every couple minutes. I threw up almost half my weight. Yea... This is how it is now: Even though, this started happening on Friday night, with me going back on Saturday to ICU with slim chances of making it, and finally getting back home on Monday, I still feel a little bit shaky, and my mind can't focus. Sad. 5:52 p.m. - February 01, 2007 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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