Well, That Was a Waste of Time

This morning, we got out of bed early, having set an alarm. We drove for 40 minutes for an appointment with an orthopaedic spine surgeon. We paid €90 before we even went in for a consultation. Pay first…

The hip surgeon had prescribed an MRI to check if there was a spinal problem. The results had been sent to the spine surgeon. The hip guy had intimated that there may be a back problem.

The hip man sent us to the spine man.

I saw the MRI image on screen. I have yet to see the full results or the write -up. The spine surgeon said that there was not a lumbar problem and said to go back to the hip surgeon. My hips are causing my back pain according to him. He was disinterested in the huge bony growth on my thoracic spine. A few minutes later we were back in the car with a chit to send back to the health people to claim for a part of the €90 fee. We drove 40 minutes back.

The spine man said go back and see the hip man for your operations, if you want.

There was absolutely no need for a face to face based on that experience. I knew there was no neuropathy. We may get a referral to a rheumatologist. It seems so inefficient.

Back to square one methinks.

I don’t know if I am being pig headed, if there is some huge cultural mismatch or what. This yo-yo stuff is doing nothing for my confidence. Pass the hot potato…

I really don’t appreciate being dismissed and told there is nothing we can do. I already knew this but it is not exactly good bedside manner. I found out two days ago…about the bony growth.

I can see this all going badly tits up…

In the past I have seen this kind of thing and there is nothing you can do; it just has to play out…

What must be, must be.

Well, that was a waste of time.

Being a SEP and More Medical Stuff

I have to say that the French medical system is in no way stingy with the diagnostics. They are and have been very generous. I have been to see a lung specialist this morning and she gave me a full work over. I am due a pulmonary CT scan in around three weeks and this is now booked. This turnaround time of the French system is admirable. Give my history of colon cancer and smoking, there is a tendency not to piss about. I am to have blood tests for allergens, vitamin D, a pneumococcal vaccine and have been given an “pseudo-emergency” prescription for a nebuliser for asthma.  I am going to have an analysis of my sleep including overnight cardiology in May. They haven’t overtly confirmed full blown COPD yet. I have a moderate hypoxia as measured by blood even though my haemoglobin count is a fair way above normal, the latter is genetic apparently. Because I showed evidence for bronchospasm today it means that they will probably not give me a general anaesthetic if they ever operate to replace my hips. Guidelines are closer to rules here.

Since I have been in Brittany, I have been to A&E twice, seen two orthopaedic surgeons, a neurosurgeon, a specialist in sports medicine, a neurosurgeon, a gastroenterologist, a urologist, a lung specialist, a couple of dermatologists, a physiotherapist, an osteopath, a podiatrist, dental surgeons, my own general practitioner and several others. I have had X-rays, CT scans and multiple MRIs. They have been very generous.

It has been said that I have multiple co-morbidities. The French system is a bit reductionist, they send one off to see a specialist, then it is Someone Else’s Problem (SEP) and responsibility, for a while. Eventually somebody might figure out what to do with me. They will have investigated thoroughly.

It feels like I am the parcel in a game of pass the parcel.

In my life I am aware that on multiple occasions I have been seen as a SEP, in some ways a hot potato, even a bit of a leper. Nobody knows what to do with me because I do not fit into any diagnostic social pigeonhole.

To me it is funny, sitting where I am, knowing what I do, that people consider me a SEP.

I have often had this sensation that people see me a problem to somehow be “solved”.

Bizarre…