After Sunday I really felt like I had hit a low point. I had been just starting to get the hang of how the whole process was going to go, what was to come, and how long I was actually going to be down here. I haven't been that sick in such a long time. I felt like death was upon me. Not entirely, but I could imagine with the pain that I was experiencing. Needless to say, after experiencing the rude staff and trying to understand their cavalier attitudes I was really taken back by where I was. Could I really be at one of the best institutions in the world? I don't think so, not after that I sure wasn't. It was like being in Colorado again having these flashbacks of the lack of compassion and excellent medical care that should be given. This whole time, I've been trying to stay level headed and not get too ahead of myself when it comes to getting answers and really finding out what's wrong with my body. There is just so much going on and with all the positive feedback I was getting from people and the reputation of the Mayo Clinic I felt like it was only natural that I changed my approach and attitude about how I was going to get better and what that might actually look like.
The doctors here have been hit or miss. Some have been great, make you laugh, are personable, have a genuine feel to them, where others seem like they are working in a factory, so it's been tough trying to be able to really grasp how I feel about things and say that I'm having an amazing experience here, because so far I'm not. Things have been stretched out that every time I am seeing a physician they are ordering new tests and my itinerary grows about 4 pages. As of right now I'm scheduled out until the 15th of October.
My entire life is on hold and it feels like I'm in some vortex alternate reality. What's really going on here?
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