My Sad Tale Of Woe.

Well. Hello Mr. & Mrs. America, wherever you are. If you've wondered where I've been, I broke my leg a couple of weeks ago and spent nine days in the hospital. Now if you think that's a somewhat long time to be hospitalized for a broken leg, just remember it's me we're talking about. Actually, I have to agree that it was an unnecessarily long stat. Here's what happened; I went to the ER with the break about 5:PM on Wednesday. I was examined a while later, sent to xray to find two breaks and that it would need to be operated on to fix. Next morning the staff Drs. decided I needed a heart catherization. I disagreed. My cardiologist arrived and agreed with me. I was oporated on, on Friday, had pain later in the day with no cooperation, even after I mentioned I was having chest pain. I was transferred to the telemetry floor where they didn't know I had had a broken leg and wanted to drag me into bed by my bad leg. They screwed up my blood sugar levels and arranged for every specialist within a 40 mile radius to call on me. Once home, the home health nurse began contacting my doctors and cardiologist without letting me know trying to set up appointments and ordering equipment I didn't need. I fired her. The long and short of the deal is I have issues with our health-care system. If you don't, I congratulate you on your good health.