The Last Part of The Doctor Visit Report

Not only did we cover the country with comments, but the world.  If you take a look, you’ll notice one there from Italy.

I’ve already met with one publisher and have a telephone conference coming up with someone who is familiar with the printing industry and just wants to help.  I am so gratified that there are others out there who want to see this material shared as quickly as possible.

There’s one more part to The Doctor Visit Report, so let’s get to it:

The Assessments following the  section discussed in the last blog  intrigued me because they all began with numbers, which I later discovered to be diagnosing codes. At that point, they were more of the mystery my health presented to me. I was lost in more numbers, even though the words next to them should have made the codes clear to me.  I recognized hypertension and right shoulder pain, but should I be as worried as I was by hyperlipidemia (I needed to get home and research this), renal (kidney!) insufficiency, and fatty liver?  This last one was somehow offensive, as if my obesity were being rubbed in my face.

I looked at The Plan. What? Now I might have rotor cuff disease, too?  Why couldn’t I just have a sore shoulder? How did the suspicion of one disease lead to the suspicion of all these others? I was to see my old friend, the orthopedic surgeon about this. That I liked.  This was a surgeon who didn’t believe in cutting unless it was absolutely, positively necessary.

I was finally able to figure out from the plan that hyperlipidemia is high cholesterol. I was already taking Lovastatin for that, so it was just going to be retested in three months.

Then I saw it: “Referred her to Nephrology for consultation treatment.” I was going to see a nephrologist, a doctor who specialized in kidney diseases and high blood pressure.  I had both. My senses started tingling; I was sure this meant death (I just didn’t realize it meant eventual death, the same kind every human faces). I was sure this meant immediate dialysis, but I didn’t know exactly what the word meant.  I just knew I had a colleague who went to a dialysis center several times and week and died anyway. I had to stop this right now or I’d paralyze myself with this out of control fear. I had to educate myself about this nephrology stuff.

I barely noticed that the fatty liver might be remedied by a low fat diet. I was too busy being monomaniacal about renal insufficiency.  Later, in the Follow Up and Labs section, I noticed I was to have a follow up in three months after another CMP (Complete Metabolic Panel) and Lipid Panel and, of course, a visit to my friendly, neighborhood nephrologist. The referral for this specialist was here, too. It was also noted that no injections or prescription were given at this visit.

I asked the very few questions I could formulate. My poor doctor wanted to help so much, but most of these questions dealt directly with renal disease and she couldn’t answer them. However, she somehow maintained an encouraging attitude which helped calm my internal furor enough to allow me to make the call, the one I dreaded, to the nephrologist for an appointment.   

Great cliff hanger, huh? More, next time.

Published in: on October 12, 2010 at 2:03 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. Yes, Great Cliff Hanger! I’ll be back!

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