Modern medicine...

Glad she is doing well.

Some aspects are amazing, some aspects are not

delkal wrote: »

It is amazing on what they can do. A few years ago my daughter went to the hospital with a ruptured appendix. She looked like she was about to die and they did emergency surgery on her at 1 am in the morning.

I visited her the next morning around 9:30 and she was in bed eating breakfast! At first I thought they made a mistake but she was OK'd by the doctor. She went home the next day. If it wasn't for all the IV antibiotic drips she would have been discharged even earlier.

I wish I had a quick in and out like your daughter did back when my app blew in '68. I was 12 and it wasn't fun. I woke up Sat morning feeling fine, but by 10am, I was feeling really bad. At 4pm, our family doc told my parents to take me to the ER, as he thought, correctly, that I had a bad appendix. I sat in an almost empty waiting room until 11pm, and when I finally went into the cubicle in the back, it was already too late. I told the doctor that "It doesn't hurt all that much anymore", and he swore and things moved really fast after that. Almost immediately after the surgery, I was running a fever and generally felt bad. The surgeon, who was our family's long time go to guy, told my parents he hadn't been called until 1030pm, even though the hospital claimed he had been called at 5pm. A week went by, and I wasn't any better. They were pumping antibiotics into me constantly, and they decided on the 8th day to pull my stitches out and put some odd hot pack on me to "try to make it drain". I stayed about the same until Sat night, 2 weeks after the surgery. I suddenly felt a lot better just before I went to bed. About 5am, I woke up totally soaked in pus. It was everywhere. I called the nurse, who cheerfully said, "Oh, you're finally draining!". At about 10 until 6am, the surgeon who was famous for early checking on patients, showed up and said, "Your fever is gone, you're draining, so you can go home!". I called my parents at 6:30, hoping they would come early to get me. My dad answered the phone, totally out of it, and he gave the phone to my mom, and said, "He says he can come home...I don't know what he's talking about!". Well those hours from 630 until 3pm seemed to drag on forever. All together, I missed over 4 weeks of school, and was transferred from the "smart kids" class to the "normal" kids class when I came back to school. I had to wear a giant pad to soak up the pus that continued to drain for week upon week. I was so happy when it finally stopped! One day, more than 9 weeks after I got out of the hospital, I got out of bed, stood up straight (Yay!), and it was officially over. I have a really nasty scar there. The cause of it all, it appeared to be a peanut got stuck in the top of my appendix and caused all the trouble.

I had a gum infection recently and my Dentist prescribed good ole fashioned pencillin!
Thank you Alexander Fleming (1928) for your discovery!

When I broke my arm, I was worried my arm would never be the same. But other than some scars on my arm, it better than it was before! My left arm is actually much stronger than my right hand, which it was before as I am left handed, but even more so. The only thing I wish had gone differently was that I broke my right arm instead. Writing with my right hand was awful, and even to this day my hand writing is suffering because of my arm break. I think anyway, because I had really good handwriting before I broke my arm and now... not so much.

In 36 years? Yes.

Emma is 4.

You ain’t 4

Oops. Still off by 10 years. Good job Micah

Modern medicine deserves it's accolades in some areas. What we can do surgically keeps advancing and technology in the medical fields keeps making leaps and bounds.

They also deserve a kick in the rear end too. Case in point....my 76 year old father in-law.

Since his late 40's, he was diagnosed with diabetes, had a heart attack, and has been on a boat load of prescription drugs since and a restrictive diet. Soon followed by kidney failure, bruised liver, heart failure. Every instance, they would just restrict his diet more, and prescribe a new drug to take.

I always knew all those meds were just **** him up even more, but....ya can't tell the older generations that because..."the doctor said...". You guys know the routine, doctors are Gods to some. All knowing powerful beings that should not be questioned.

Over this last winter, he fell on ice in his driveway. Tore up his shoulder, broke his wrist, bruised up his ribs. Being in such pain, he sat on the couch, took even more meds and before you knew it, his lungs started filling up with fluid. Not being able to breath, in pain, off to the hospital again. 6 weeks in the hospital...."Doctors said"....his kidneys were gone so they put him on dialysis pronto. "Doctors said"...he would be on it the rest of his life. He came very close to cashing it all in....very close.

Now another 4 weeks in rehab, to build up some strength, and we can't even touch his shoulder yet. He needs a major surgery on it and they won't touch it in his weakened condition. He lost 35 pounds in the ordeal.

2 things happened, that should have happened years ago, that saved his life. One- they completely changed his diet. All the things they told him he couldn't eat before, are now recommended. Huh ? wtf...right. Second- they took him off 17 medications completely. Takes some insulin, and a blood thinner, that's it. He had 3 days of dialysis, 3 days of ongoing rehab after they send him home with one day a week off.

Fast forward....he's completely off dialysis today, his kidneys started functioning....normally. Wait now, "the Doctors said", he'd have to be on it the rest of his life, that his kidneys were shot, gone. His Diabetes....has also improved to the point that he only takes half the insulin he did before, some days not at all.

Moral of the story.....Doctors don't know everything. Treat the problem, not the symptom. Drop the poundage....being over weight causes many health issues. Avoid as best you can, long term medications, they only have side effects that require additional meds to deal with.

In my opinion, Doctors are too quick to prescribe a medication without addressing the root cause of the problem. This is how your health issues snowball, and your prescription meds along with it. YOU are in charge of your health, not your Doctor. YOU know your own body best, nobody else. You also know what your doing wrong to your body, and the easy way for many is to take a pill rather than deal with it. Dealing with it may require some lifestyle changes your not comfortable with. We all make our own choices in the end.

Therein lies the problem.

Doctors don't know everything.

But everyone else expects them to.

If it does not align, then here come the complaints and the lawsuits.

I am upfront with my patients, especially that ones that remain enigmas. I tell them, I don't know everything, here are things I'm concerned about, here are things I do know... you need to watch for this, this, this, and this - make sure to see your specialists, etc.

Joey_V wrote: »

Therein lies the problem.

Doctors don't know everything.

But everyone else expects them to.

If it does not align, then here come the complaints and the lawsuits.

I am upfront with my patients, especially that ones that remain enigmas. I tell them, I don't know everything, here are things I'm concerned about, here are things I do know... you need to watch for this, this, this, and this - make sure to see your specialists, etc.

I’ve recently had a bit of a health scare, it’s been an 8 month battle, that started just a week after my 34th bday last year. Woke up in the middle of the night with a fever, and felt like someone kicked me in the nuts. Was up all night peeing every 20 minutes and Felt like I fell down the stairs. Went to the doc the next day, my doc suspected an std, but have been faithful to the same girl for 5 years. Tests came back negative, and I was diagnosed with prostatitis (inflammation of the prostate). I was put on what I consider a very, very nasty antibiotic called levoflaxacin for 6 weeks. This stuff is absolutely nasty, I didn’t respond very well to this stuff, I suffered on it for 4 weeks, until I went to the emergency room from this stuff, I felt like I was slowly poisoning myself. I was then prescribed bactrim DS, which I took for another 4 weeks. All was well, and the Doc took me off the meds. 2 weeks later symptoms returned. To make a long story short I saw 5 different doctors, and not one could figure out what was wrong with me, that’s when they started looking for cancer. Prostate was small and smooth, blood tests for liver, PSA levels, kidney, ultrasound of kidneys, bladder, reproductive system and all my other bits down there to rule anything out, and all is normal.

Doctors referred me to a urologist, wait time is 4 months. So 4 months In pain, and doctors clueless as to what’s wrong with me, I’ve been diagnosed within 20 minutes of the urologist seeing me, with over active pelvic floor muscles. 2 1 hour sessions with a physiotherapist and 20 minutes of special stretches every night and I’m cured In less than a week. Zero pain, zero meds and Absolutely zero symptoms. Only if I could have seen the right person in the first place I wouldn’t have been suffering for 8 months, not to mention all of the time taken off work for all of these tests. There Nothing more terrifying than doctors searching your body for cancer because there is no other explanation of what’s going on. It’s been traumatic but I certainly have a different look at life now. I’ve always been physically fit, Ive been practicing martial arts for 6 years, and I eat healthy Whole Foods, and the gym 4-5 times a week. The specialist figures it was the heavy weight I’ve been pulling on leg days (deadlifting around 340lbs). So now I lift light weights with high volume like a girl.

But man do I feel good knowing I’m not dying! It’s taken my body at least 5 months to go back
To normal from the war of antibiotics inside me. Holy crap that stuff is nasty. Stay away at all costs unless your dying. I eventually told them I won’t take anymore of it, they kept shotgunning meds at me with no clue.