Holycraaaaaaaaap the drama.
My grandfather is, hopefully, leaving the hospital tonight after having been there the whole week. That is, so far, the only *good* thing about this situation.
It all started about a month ago, when my grandfather was experiencing pain in his face. It reached the point of that he couldn't eat and wasn't eating because the pain was so intense. Thus, he went in to see his primary care physician, who I now officially have decided needs to have his license revoked.
Now, my grandfather had done some research about his symptoms, and did attempt to tell the doctor what he thought it was: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trigeminal_neuralgia Did the doctor listen? No. He wrote it off as a sinus infection and sent him on his way. Well, the meds weren't helping and the pain was only getting worse.
My grandfather went to see a neurologist next. The process of getting an appointment, though, was a mess in itself. At first, they said 'Oh, we're going to see you in 2 weeks'. Meanwhile, my grandfather still can't eat, is losing dangerous amounts of weight, and is generally just getting closer and closer to death. My dad ended up having to call the neurologist and talk to the receptionist, give her the list of every symptom, and what all was wrong. The appointment was bumped up to the next day. My dad can be scary when he wants to be, without even raising his voice.
So my grandfather goes into the neurologist and guess what? Wouldja believe that his PCP was wrong and it wasn't a sinus infection? Shocking, I know. It really *was* trigeminal neuralgia. So words are exchanged between the neurologist and PCP (read: worthless piece of crap doctor) and a prescription is written up.
On Monday, my grandfather had to be rushed to the ER because his everything was dropping. Blood pressure, heart rate, he was having problems breathing. On top of that, the medication wasn't doing jack-shit for the TN. So he gets taken to the ER and has 'congestive heart failure due to the medications' added to his list of shit he has to deal with.
Right now, my dad is on the phone with one of his brothers. The whole family is pissed off about this, and there's talk of lawsuits and my dad is considering flying down to St. Pete next weekend. My sister and future brother-in-law (both physician assistants) are there right now, taking care of things and have been relaying messages back and forth.
It's just...messy. Very messy. *hides under the couch with ice cream and a small army of plushies*
My grandfather is, hopefully, leaving the hospital tonight after having been there the whole week. That is, so far, the only *good* thing about this situation.
It all started about a month ago, when my grandfather was experiencing pain in his face. It reached the point of that he couldn't eat and wasn't eating because the pain was so intense. Thus, he went in to see his primary care physician, who I now officially have decided needs to have his license revoked.
Now, my grandfather had done some research about his symptoms, and did attempt to tell the doctor what he thought it was: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trigeminal_neuralgia Did the doctor listen? No. He wrote it off as a sinus infection and sent him on his way. Well, the meds weren't helping and the pain was only getting worse.
My grandfather went to see a neurologist next. The process of getting an appointment, though, was a mess in itself. At first, they said 'Oh, we're going to see you in 2 weeks'. Meanwhile, my grandfather still can't eat, is losing dangerous amounts of weight, and is generally just getting closer and closer to death. My dad ended up having to call the neurologist and talk to the receptionist, give her the list of every symptom, and what all was wrong. The appointment was bumped up to the next day. My dad can be scary when he wants to be, without even raising his voice.
So my grandfather goes into the neurologist and guess what? Wouldja believe that his PCP was wrong and it wasn't a sinus infection? Shocking, I know. It really *was* trigeminal neuralgia. So words are exchanged between the neurologist and PCP (read: worthless piece of crap doctor) and a prescription is written up.
On Monday, my grandfather had to be rushed to the ER because his everything was dropping. Blood pressure, heart rate, he was having problems breathing. On top of that, the medication wasn't doing jack-shit for the TN. So he gets taken to the ER and has 'congestive heart failure due to the medications' added to his list of shit he has to deal with.
Right now, my dad is on the phone with one of his brothers. The whole family is pissed off about this, and there's talk of lawsuits and my dad is considering flying down to St. Pete next weekend. My sister and future brother-in-law (both physician assistants) are there right now, taking care of things and have been relaying messages back and forth.
It's just...messy. Very messy. *hides under the couch with ice cream and a small army of plushies*
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