Point taken, guys. I reckon we vets do a lot of self-diagnosing, seeing as how the local hospitals/ER’s don’t really want to look at or diagnose us too much, being as how the government is getting reeeaal slow about paying for those services.
So what happens is, you get guys like me who’ve had a little medical training (well, not that thorough, I guess. I was a respiratory therapist in civilian life and a cross trained medic in the USAF) and we start reading up on some stuff, and since no one seems to be listening, here comes me: Just a self-diagnosin’ away.
I thought about IBS, and I also thought they might have missed seeing a pouch or another sign of divert when they did the endo/colo recently, but my primary care doc says, no they didn’t, and I trust her a lot more than I have trusted some others.
As, I said: point taken, and later today, I’m calling my mental health doc and ask her to look at all my meds, including the ones she gives me, and ask her if any of the meds interact unfavorably with each other?
The other thing I was thinking was “a bad case of nerves”. I do spend a lot of sleepless night-time hours listening out for my wife who forgets she’s supposed to ring her bell when she wants to go to the bathroom, and, with the recent death of our only son, I don’t see her mental health improving anytime soon.
So yeah. I’m beginning to see that thin sliver thread startin’ to stretch a little more every day.
When you say that last sentence to yourself, please say it in the voice of Mr. Ben Johnson, one of favorite “cowboy” actors/philosophers.
Thanks, y’all and much love from the Quasis - only the two of us now to take care of each other.