I'm sorry it took me this long to post again; I have been truly whacked lately, and the visit from Dr. Doom was just the final blow after weeks of, among other things, poor sleep, less nutrition, breathing problems and, most recently, some crazy but obligatory overexertion.
I'm totally overwhelmed. This isn't the first time I have been blown away by the love and compassion shown by forum members to one another, but it is obviously the most personally moving. I wish I could find the words to thank all of you, but I can't. My synapses are fried right now. (You have no idea how long it took me to write even this!) And even if I could think more clearly, I would still be pretty speechless.
I have never met a more beautiful or more caring group of imaginary friends in all the years I have been under the delusion that I am sick.
I wish I had the energy to thank every one of you one-by-one in this post! I will try to thank you individually, via PM, though that will take... a while. I'll get around to it, though, somehow. I know you don't expect me to, but I want to.
I want to say a couple wordy things before I have to shut my eyes again. First off, I wrote this little rant of mine (okay longish rant) originally because I knew if I didn't something in me would have snapped. I wrote it very soon after the encounter. After I wrote it I thought of posting it just so someone could hear me scream, because I can't scream in here. (Okay, it wasn't much of a scream, since I toned it down a lot.. more of a 'whine'.) Then I figured that was pointless, and decided not to inflict it on anyone. But I kept being haunted by the irony of this display happening on the day that we ourselves appointed for our illness because nobody else will.. and I was reminded of the sameness, the endlessly unchanging nature of our status in the medical community over all these years. I just could not let the sharp contradiction between socio-medical reality and the reality we are trying to construct go unstated.. not when I had such a poignant example burned into my head. I really did not post this as a personal plea or a rant (though I didn't make that clear enough because I had no strength left to think with when I finally posted it), but as just what it was for me - a reminder of what advocacy really has to be all about to make a difference in the way we are seen by the profession we depend on the most.
Yes these doctors are unusually bad and also emboldened because of the helpless position their patients are in, but in the last 17 years I have been confronted with this same attitude at nearly every hospital I have gone to and by doctors in many different specialties in New York, which I doubt is unique in that sense. They don't always say it to your face, but sooner or later they may; this isn't even the worst I have experienced (not by a long shot). I fear this is what many of those doctors who give you the blank stare or the brush-off are thinking; they just don't have the luxury of a 'captive audience' like the fellow over here. If there is one thing I hope I can do on this forum it is to warn everyone that what has happened to me could happen to any of you - at least in the United States, probably elsewhere too. It may seem like I am in such an improbable mess, but you would not believe how easily I wound up in it. All it takes is having no money and no support, which happens to a lot of us after a decade or two of not working, or after the departure or death of a caregiver.
I had something in mind to say about what to do about this situation, but it vaporized and went to the Place in the Sky where CFS Thoughts Go when they Die.
The second thing I wanted to say right now is that besides being blown away by your responses I was blown away by your brainstorming on my behalf. You guys rock!
Thanks especially to Dr. Donnica (I am kind of star-struck
) for taking the time to offer your help. I really, really appreciate it and will try to think about such things if and when I can really 'think'.
I have to say though that at this time what Kim and others have said is right; I have to be VERY careful how I deal with the people here for the simple reason that I don't have anywhere else to live, not even temporarily. If I piss people here off too much they can, as far as I know, find a reason to release me (given that all I have is chronic fatigue syndrome, that should be easy) and then I'd be homeless. Even if they didn't do that, there are many ways (as I have heard from other residents) that they can retaliate against residents who make problems for them. One such resident found herself switched from a single room to a double after her family complained (the nursing home always reserves the right to shuffle residents around). Complaining about the doctors can mean not getting a prescription when you need it, not getting approval for certain tests without a struggle (or at all), and not getting referrals to specialists that you request. I am really not well right now, and don't have the energy for those kinds of struggles; I don't know what the right approach is, which is why the concept of a savvy 'advocate' sounds so appealling, but I honestly wouldn't know one if I saw one. (If anyone does know one when they see one, please let me know! I have heard of a local ombudsman, but have so far tried to avoid involving him until I know what my alternatives, if any, are, for which I need a different sort of help; however, if things go on with some issues the way they have I may contact him soon...he isn't really a 'medical advocate', though, nor a very personal one. I don't know if this is the same person who I would be referred to by the links you suggested, Oerganix, but I will look into 'em... thanks!!!)
As far as getting tested for XMRV.. I do think that would be helpful in a number of ways. I was going to email Dr.Judy myself when a member of this forum who wishes to remain nameless contacted Dr. Judy (WITHOUT ASKING ME FIRST) and got a reply stating that she would be glad to put me in the current WPI study if there is a way to get the blood drawn (not easy, given nursing home restrictions). While I do NOT condone doing stuff like that without asking me first, I of course wrote Dr. Judy to thank her and give my official whatever, the rest being up to her. So this is an amazing possiblity which would not have been possible without the inspiring vibes generated by all of you. Meanwhile I am of course deeply in a certain forum member's debt. (Which sucks because you have no IDEA how she wants to be paid back..
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Thanks everyone for making me feel a whole lot better. Some of you have said you admire my tenacity or spirit or whatever, but - believe me - I would NOT have survived the last several months without all of you. I know this sounds corny as hell but I really mean it: I am really proud to call you my friends and my community.
The one idea I totally can't argue with is being swept off my feet (literally) by three chicks in a scooter with sidecars and whips and leather (that's how I'm picturing it). Take me!