Cos you've been waiting so fucking long for an update:
I got a second (third? fourth?) opinion on the hand today from Knoxville Orthopedic Clinic. Regionally renowned, blah blah blah--my brother recommended them, apparently they did a fantastic job on my niece's leg when she broke it last year.
The doctor was an asshole--he practically flat-out accused me of being a hypocondriac. I thought my mom was gonna jump out of her chair when he started making such insinuations. He did, however, say that my x-rays indicate that not only is my hand not broken (the intense pain I've had for the past year being from tension from not getting proper physical therapy on the hand)--the x-rays apparently show no sign that I've EVER had a break or fracture of any sort in my left hand. Which means...dum da DUM...I was misdiagnosed from the beginning and have wasted a shitload of time, money, and energy on this stupid hand. He then proceeded to pop the living fuck outta my hand, and I don't remember it ever feeling this good. I haven't had this much motility in it since August.
When the doctor (whose last name, by the way, was Ambrosia) left the room, I turned to my mom and said, "I am so fucking angry right now." And instead of her usual "Don't say 'fuck,' it's not nice" response, all she could do was nod her head. I'm glad that this ordeal (at least, the medical aspects of it) is over, but I don't like the idea that I've been swindled by medical "professionals" for some quick insurance money.
Anyone care to give me some (free) legal advice?
I will respond to all future comments, I promise!
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I also found out this weekend that my father is a full-blown heroin addict and has been for at least five years. Here's to hoping I didn't inherit those genes.
I got a second (third? fourth?) opinion on the hand today from Knoxville Orthopedic Clinic. Regionally renowned, blah blah blah--my brother recommended them, apparently they did a fantastic job on my niece's leg when she broke it last year.
The doctor was an asshole--he practically flat-out accused me of being a hypocondriac. I thought my mom was gonna jump out of her chair when he started making such insinuations. He did, however, say that my x-rays indicate that not only is my hand not broken (the intense pain I've had for the past year being from tension from not getting proper physical therapy on the hand)--the x-rays apparently show no sign that I've EVER had a break or fracture of any sort in my left hand. Which means...dum da DUM...I was misdiagnosed from the beginning and have wasted a shitload of time, money, and energy on this stupid hand. He then proceeded to pop the living fuck outta my hand, and I don't remember it ever feeling this good. I haven't had this much motility in it since August.
When the doctor (whose last name, by the way, was Ambrosia) left the room, I turned to my mom and said, "I am so fucking angry right now." And instead of her usual "Don't say 'fuck,' it's not nice" response, all she could do was nod her head. I'm glad that this ordeal (at least, the medical aspects of it) is over, but I don't like the idea that I've been swindled by medical "professionals" for some quick insurance money.
Anyone care to give me some (free) legal advice?
I will respond to all future comments, I promise!
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I also found out this weekend that my father is a full-blown heroin addict and has been for at least five years. Here's to hoping I didn't inherit those genes.
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abracadabra:
wow that sucks on 2 fronts..i hope you get some morphine out of the deal at least..ciao'
someoneuk:
Damn, that sucks... hope you get somethign sorted out. 