On Friday, I had a very bad asthma attack (in hindsight, I have figured this out for what it truly was) that made me seek out care at a local ER. They gave me a breathing treatment (just about the only thing that was done right during this comedy of errors) and took a chest xray.

I apologize to the nurses on my friends list. This post will probably sound like I am very anti-medicine. Please know that it is due (for the most part) to the interactions that I have had with medical doctors, not nurses. In fact, in many cases, the nurses are the only ones that I *do* trust, because they are the ones that are on the ground, spending time with the patients and who really seem to 'get' what is going on.

I have a lengthy, well-documented medical history that includes 'white room' or 'white coat' syndrome. It was only after seeing my current primary care physician for over four years before they could get a normal blood pressure reading in this office. I monitor my blood pressure at home (the old fashioned way, with cuff & stethoscope - more on that in a minute) weekly, and I'm 120/70 very consistently, only varying during periods of stress.

I tried to explain this to the staff repeatedly through my stay. In fact, my blood pressure got 'close' to normal only once (138/64) during my stay, which was in the morning after I had a chance to rest. It did not drop when they administered blood-pressure lowering medicines (because it was stress induced, not a chemical thing), and it went up after every time I had to talk to one of their 'explicative-deleted' doctors.

Note: Automated blood pressure-devices cannot get an accurate reading of my blood pressure, period. There is some kind of 'ghost sound' that my body produces once you inflate the cuff more than 20 over what my systolic pressure is. You can only tell that this is a false sound with a stethoscope. My doctor has had me take an echo-cardiogram to check for a murmur, which I do not have. They're not sure what causes this 'ghost sound' - but I can damn well certain tell you that a machine will give you a false reading. You have to take my bp the old fashioned way, which this hospital just plain refused to do. As a result, I have bruising on both upper arms from the over-inflation of the machines. It's like they wouldn't accept any of my oral medical history. I was patronized and condescended to for my entire stay.

Yep, I realize my blood sugar was out of control. I've been sick with a nagging respiratory thing since Christmas, and I haven't been sleeping well, eating right, or exercising (which is normally how I *successfully* control my diabetes). I am not going to go back on a drug protocol just because you want me to. Nope, not going to happen, and please respect my wishes rather than giving me insulin (which also did not work) against my will. I am a huge believe in biofeedback therapy, and if I'm stressed, my numbers (of all kinds) simply go off the charts.

They put me on lasixs, and then the staff couldn't keep up with the urine changes (Hey, you're the ones wanting to check output volumes, not me. I don't give a rats ass if I overfill the thing. I'm going to go when I want to go). Also, the night PCT (Patient Care Tech) didn't wash his hands a single time for any urine changes, not before or afterward, nor did he glove up... I wonder what kind of infections he's tracking through the hospital? The appropriate protocol (posted on a sign in my room) is wash hands, glove up, do patient care, take the gloves off, and wash hands before leaving the room. I did bring this to the attention of the charge nurse for the next shift (I didn't want to complain while he was doing it, I feared retaliation of some kind). She kind of blew me off about it too.

There were at least another dozen instances of things that went 'wrong' during this visit. But I'm trying to let my blood pressure go back to normal, and I don't want to stew over this any longer. It's over, I handled my business effectively, and it brought home why I believe in homeopathic remedy. If I just hadn't been so scared about not being able to breathe (and thinking I might have been having a heart attack), I probably would have been better off by avoiding the hospital.

The silver lining in all this was the realization that I am on the right path with my eating/exercise/supplementation protocols. I am going to adjust a couple of things based on some feedback I got from the hospital, but for the most part, the next time this happens, I'll just use an OTC rescue inhaler (like Primatene) and tell the doctors to go shove it.

I need to find a way to let this whole incident go before it negatively impacts me further due to stress.

Ciao for now.


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