|Smiles for everyone|
My dad had open heart surgery. Scary shit. He came out of that surgery fucking golden, only to see his health begin to deteriorate significantly over the next week or so. Turns out that the surgery actually was a success, but that the two bypasses clotted up over the next couple days post-op. These things happen. Sometimes your body just reacts in unpredictable ways with these procedures. Except this wasn't unpredictable. My dad has a blood disorder where his platelet counts are 5 times higher than normal and he has been taking multiple medications for this issue for years. Turns out these ass clowns weren't monitoring his platelet counts...which is mind-bogglingly fucking neglectful. So my dad stays in Toledo for 18 days until they realize that they can't help him or aren't willing to do anything else after they fucked this up. During this time my dad is filling with fluid, can't sleep, barely eats, and falling further into heart failure. But they arrange for him to be seen at Cleveland Clinic(CC)...or at least they did a week later after my mom called the surgeon directly three times to get their shit together.
So my dad finally gets an initial appointment setup with Cleveland Clinic. They run a bunch of tests and plan to have another appointment in a couple weeks. Turns out those tests come back looking pretty bad and they call my mom on a Sunday and want him in the next day. I don't go up there right away. I have already burned through a years worth of PTO in July and August, so I wait to get some news from the Dr's. My mom's hysterics, which are totally understandable and warranted, have me up there the next day. It just so happens that right when I walk in the room my dad is just getting back from getting over 5 lbs. of fluid drained from his chest cavity. It's the best he's felt in a month, but it's the first time I've seen him in 5 days and I swear he has lost 15 lbs. since then. Before the original surgery he weighed 182, after the operation and all the fluid came off he weighed 152. He basically lost a lb a day and looked like he had Ebola, and not the white Ebola. But he's feeling good and started eating more than yogurt at the hospital, so we'll take it. They did a chest scan the next day and none of the fluid came back. And the blood tests were showing that his platelet count was way down to only double normal levels; everything was looking good so they sent us home.
The plan was for him to be home for about two months and then go in for another procedure to fix the clotted up bypasses. Well, he was home for about 10 days and the fluid and platelets were back up and the appetite and sleep were back down. So here we are today, heading back to Cleveland Clinic. And because Toledo hasn't done enough to help, they continue to send the wrong test information to Cleveland Clinic. Toledo blames it on Cleveland Clinic, Cleveland Clinic blames it on Toledo, and my dad's primary Dr. back in Napoleon is being kept almost completely in the dark about these issues. It's a real fucking glowing show of professionalism in the healthcare world.
And I'm not saying all this for pity or any other reason than to just echo this sentiment;
"The medical system is so fucking crooked, man. Unfortunately they're necessary and they know it so they dick you around to squeeze the most money they can out of you and your insurance company" -IceYOU ARE JUST A NUMBER. Whether it's a precious newborn baby or a Vietnam vet, you are a consumer in a marketplace and will be treated as such. And it's so fucking sad. Over the last 2 months I bet I have said to my mom, "They're professionals, they know what's best for him", no less than 20 times. And every time I know that it's a lie and I feel the exact same way she does. And it's everywhere. I "know a guy" who used to audit a dialysis center. If a patient would come in with either no insurance or "less desirable coverage" their rates could be tripled. He talked about sitting in on board meetings and listening to these ass holes talk about patients like it was a fucking meat market. Just know that your doctor's and caregiver's always have another motive outside of what's best for you or your loved one's health.
I'm not saying every person who is a nurse or doctor is an evil, money grubbing person. I know that's not the case. But if the people at the very top of an organization have a primary focus on the bottom line and making millions of dollars, it's only natural for that mindset to trickle down to the rest of the organization.
And I don't know what the answer is or if there is an answer. I think there are several other countries who have much better systems in place designed to truly serve their population in need and not profit from them. And this isn't about Obamacare or any party policy, the system has been this way for a long time (although if you can't see the incredible good the ACA has done then please go fuck yourself). I guess just let this be me encouraging you to be a dick, demand excellence of you doctors and nurses, ask for a second or third opinion, ask a million questions until you are totally satisfied with the answers you are getting, and don't be afraid to say NO. You're the one who has to live with these choices.
THURSDAY NIGHT SPECIAL!
How about some gambling to really bring this baby home?
My guy is on Arizona/UTSA OVER 54. I like it. The line is up to 56 right now but I'm still playing it. He went 4-1 last weekend.
For the NFL tonight I am liking the Seahawks to cover 5.5. I think the Packers missing their starting Center is a big deal, especially playing at Seattle on opening night.
Happy Football Thursday! I promise to be all roses and sunshine next week.