Morning, Pops and peeps. Welcome to the "Morning Pops" thread
@Bobhaze. Come back often.
Coach, are you still yellow or back to being a pale face? I hope everyone has a great day.
Morning Leon, I could sure use some color, do you happen to know of anyone with a condo on a beach and the Bahamas would be preferable.
Seriously, I got so used to seeing myself that I didn't realize how I looked. When I went to see my primary care doc, he came rushing over and grabbed my arm and said "I am so so sorry, had no idea it was this bad". Well, that didn't make me feel much better and he and his PA kick it into overdrive trying to get me into a surgeon. For 9 days, I can't get anyone to acknowledge that I am really in a bad way and then they start freakin' out and make it worse, everything is in hurry up mode. This got scarier when I asked him why are you guys in overdrive now? He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes, yellow as they were, and said "you could die" and he looked a little panicked.
The next two days didn't get any better with the GI doc leaning toward a rare and deadly cancer, a rushed MRI an hour and a half away and a rushed ERCP to clean out the bile duct, only to have it start immediately start filling up with stones again. Nine days, when it's usually nine minutes, later when the surgeon sees me, he freaks out and sends out an APB for a GI doc to do another ERCP when he does his surgery. I heard him tell his nurse outside the door to get one from another hospital if necessary.
Now, I await the pathology report on that "messy gall bladder' and will not be the least surprised if it's not good news. If it's bad, I am OK with it and will ride this to the end but they will never fill their coffers by injecting that poison into me. Greatest scam on the planet, treating the terminally ill to stretch out their "quality of life". Biggest joke the AMA ever played on us.
Not talking about what saved the lives of Bullet, Jan and Xelda, I am talking about keeping the money coming in from people with no chance and actually making them sicker over the last part of their lives.
Do I sound bitter? That's because this ordeal ripped the toughest scab I had to get on 11 years ago, the selling of "extending the quality of life", which included the obligatory Divine Intervention part but God only saves people once they undergo treatment.
Ok, bile out. Guess I had some leftover that they didn't get out.
Thanks Leon and didn't mean to use your kind post but this was coming somewhere as I have been on a building simmer and I needed somewhere to purge a little of it