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Show 131 There But for Fortune "We're going to send you to a nursing home," he is saying and I have stopped breathing at the thought. "I have read your chart and you are not going to take up this bed any longer." Before I can tell him how impossible that would be, he is gone from my room. I have been am-bulanced back to this hospital with sudden symptoms at least four times after Dr. Jessop first spoke the words "stiff-man syndrome" to me one year ago. Each time that I have returned, and after many weeks of debate, and after finally deciding to once again do the invented protocol, the doctors have finally consented to surgically explore what inevitably proves to be a catheter problem. Broken, Fragmented. Displaced. Kinked. Punctured. Without the medication traveling completely through the catheter and into the spinal fluid, I am stiff and easily startled. They have yet to perform the appropriate, company-approved, trouble-shooting procedure. I cannot go to a nursing home. Even if the catheter were not broken, fragmented, displaced,k-inked or punctured, I could not go to a nursing home. Who there is quiet? Who there could administer the necessarily massive benzodiazipines to quiet the startle spasms? How long could I live in such a stale and doomed environment? Worse, once there, would I ever get out, alive? I am on Medicaid and it is only with great effort that I am allowed to receive any health care in my home. In spite of a much greater expense, the |
