Not Horse Related- Dear Husband Update

The 20th came, and now it is gone.

We are no closer to an answer than we were on the 19th.

Why not?

Because the doctor is an asshole.

One of his nurses is as well.

Dear Husband arrived early, in order to ensure all the paperwork was done.
The woman at the desk took a look at his shirt, (which said "What's in your holster" on the front, and "What part of Shall Not Be Infringed" on the back. No pictures of guns. Not "gang attire". No lewd suggestions or images of any kind. Merely words.)

So That Woman snapped at him, "Your Shirt Is Not Appropriate."
ETA; The Shirt Issue. Know what? We have a Right To Freedom of Expression, granted to us via the United States Constitution. I full well understand that it applies to EVERYONE, not just "people who think like we do". Know what ELSE? We also know that there is nothing in there that says you have the right to NOT be offended. Nor is there anything that dictates how one must respond or behave if you *gasp* should BE offended. It's not like it was my WalMart shirt, which loudly proclaims "You Cross The Line, Your Ass Is Mine". It did not say anything on it, other than to show my husband supports the Second Amendment.

What do WE do if someone shows up in attire that is, for example, BAN ALL GUNS? We are POLITE. If it is a business, we do not patronize that business. If it is a client, we say nothing, and DO OUR JOB.

Too bad other people out in the world can't comprehend that simple idea.


And yes, it pissed me off. And yes, it is my RIGHT to be pissed off. And yes, it is our RIGHT to NOT go back to that Doctor- not because of his idiot nurse---- but because of the "treatment" by the doctor himself.

WTH? Is she the Fashion Police?

He takes care of the details. Waits (which was expected.)

Is ushered into a room.
The doctor walks in, glances at file, throws a box of meds at Dear Husband and says the following:
"I need a HIDA scan. Take those to cut the stomach acid. Tylenol for the pain."
And walked out.
No questions, no exam, NOTHING.
Two minutes and thirty one seconds.

That is it in a nutshell. At least the doctor from the last ER visit might have a lead- he suspects Gastrobaritosis. Which is an autoimmune disorder. Which causes the pancreas to attack the rest of the body. One tenth of one percent of the population is ever diagnosed with it. Which means there isn't a whole lot of information available out there. Treatment is steroids, anti-spasmodics, pain medication, and when an attack hits, lay down and rest. The thought behind laying down is an attempt to reset the pancreas, and stop the war.

So far, Dear Husband has laid down for two pain episodes, and got up an hour or so later actually feeling better.

But the pain keeps coming back. His blood sugar levels spike up to 200 or better before each attack. And the pain is coming more frequently now, and never really goes away totally.



If I'm quiet on the blogs, please forgive me. This entire situation has us both stressed and frustrated beyond belief. Until we can get some answers, and sort things out better, I may be a bit absent.

I'll keep you posted as we go along folks. Thank you for the emails, calls, and support- it helps to know how many folks out there are thinking of him, and saying prayers for all of us.

Meantime, go hug your horses, and spend some extra time with the people you love.
~MM