My Un - Healthy Life History

Born 1956

4 Weeks old – Developed croup after that mom said I was always sick with cold, flu’s, bronchitis, pneumonia, upper respiratory infections, strep throat, swollen tonsils, mumps (I know your only supposed to get them once or on one side or the other but… I did get it 2x’s, sore throats, coughs, colds to name a few!

I have spent all of my early life up to about age 17 being bombarded with antibiotics! There was hardly a month or even a week that I was not taking antibiotics. My old family Dr. F. (who brought me into this world) use to spray my throat and nose all the time especially when I had strep! God I hated that!

He once told my mom, that I was allergic to myself!

Besides all the colds, flu’s etc. I also had a couple of other things going on as well.

I use to get these terrible pains in my chest. They would come on suddenly and last anywhere from a few minutes to about ½ hour. They would be sharp stabbing pains right in my heart area. I could hardly take a breath when these episodes happen. I couldn’t even answer my parents when they were asking what was wrong! I had been rushed to the hospital so many times for these pains! All the tests and EKG”s were fine! I was good to go! By age 17 I had been rushed to the hospital thinking I was having a heart attack… at the very least at least 30x’s!

Also during these years I am suffering from intermittent severe pain on my right side. This comes on at anytime! It is excruciating! I lost count of the amount of times I was rushed to the hospital thinking it was appendicitis attack. I always had a high white cell count during these episodes but no other symptoms. No fever, no vomiting. Pain on right side when it is pressed and released! Eventually it would calm down and I would be released from the hospital.

NOTE: I HARDLY EVER HAVE HIGH FEVERS! IT IS USUALLY ON THE LOWER SIDE! NOT HIGHER! I’VE SEEN IT GO AS LOW AS 95◦!


If I had to say how many times I was rushed to the hospital for this problem alone… I would have to say it was at the very least 6-9 times a year, until the age of 16! You do the math. As I got older the episodes got further apart.

At age 14, I developed double bronchial pneumonia and was informed that I was very ill and put in an oxygen tent. Later (in life) I found out that I was not supposed to live! Dr. F. had told mom because I had sooo many lung problems to begin with, he really did not expect me to recuperate….and to make “arrangements”! Well I surprised them and quickly recovered!

I had surgery to remove tonsils and adenoids at age 8-9 or so.

I started my period at around age 14. Just after my first period I started having extreme pain on my right side (abdomen). This could last for an entire day or for several excruciating hours! I later found out that I was experiencing ovulation.

Mom took me to my first OBGYN and he informed me that I was lucky to have such terrible ovulation pain! “Some women have to buy kits to find out when they ovulate!” And that was all that was ever done to try and alleviate this every other month pain. (it wouldn’t be painful when I ovulated on my left side). My periods were 21 days apart and ran for 7 days … like clockwork. The only problems I had with it, was when I would pass huge blood clots! They were extremely painful! Before I had a baby I use to say it felt like I was giving birth! Though I was right to a small degree,,, it was not nearly as painful or for such a long duration as the pain as giving birth. It was not like having a baby… it was like someone tearing my insides out… with their bare hands!!! It was just ungodly awful!

A few other minor mishaps before age 17 & Also while growing up during puberty… I developed these hard lumps in each breast. They were about the size of ½ dollar. If anyone would accidentally hit my breast… I would scream out in pain! They hurt terribly! I had several needle biopsies done I was informed they were calcium deposits and would eventually go away. And they did. But, they changed into another problem… I will discuss this later.


I was also inundated with ear aches and sinus infections as a child as well.

Broken/fractured baby finger on my left hand. Stepped on nail which went through my foot, a few stitches here and there. Nothing major.


At age 15, I was raped which resulted in pregnancy. I didn’t know I was actually raped until later…. When I learned that saying “no” and then having the boy force himself on you was rape! The pregnancy was terminated. I do want to add here, that I have been to counseling! So, I don’t need anyone to recommend that again!


At 17, I left home. I visited several Dr’s over the next couple of years but, never had my records forwarded (too bad I don’t have ESP and could foresee that these files would become important).

At age 19, I was married and became pregnant with my first son in 1976 and gave birth in Sept of 76 as well. The baby was 2 weeks over due. I was schld. For a c-section. While in the hospital they broke my water and administered the meds for contractions. However’ the contractions stopped and the meds had to be started all over again. I was informed my cervix was too small for a vaginal delivery. My first son was born w/o incident. I gained 56lbs with this full term pregnancy and lost every pound ASAP! I was back to 100 pounds in no time!

During the 3 years I was married to my 1st husband, I had 2 miscarriages. I believe it was due to his abuse. He would toss me out windows and tell everyone he never laid a hand on me! And he was right! He would just push me or toss me (I only weighed 100 lbs) through doors and windows (a few were on the second floor). So my list is long with all the abuse I endured. However; several years ago I called the hospital for copies of my records and the lady helping me read off several of the ER visit’s that I didn’t remember! I apparently blocked out allot of my memories from that marriage! Don’t worry I also went to counseling for this as well!

While I was growing up people use to be cruel telling me I looked like a walking skeleton or stick! If I turned sideways no one would see me… and later…. I was asked if I was anorexic! I was always soooooo skinny! Just bones! I could eat like a horse and not gain a pound! I did not gain any weight until about age 30. Then I put on 20 lbs and stopped until I became pregnant in 1989. So in 1989 I was 120lbs. at age 33 and was 5’7” tall.

That’s a walking stick! When a girl became a model by the name of TWIGGY (many years ago), people gave me that nickname as well! Tall and nothing but bones! AND I was flat chested as well! An “A” Cup up until my pregnancy in 1990! My younger sister was bigger than me! Lol


During those years of being single (13) I visited many, many, Dr.’s for my right side pain and every other month ovulation with always the same results…. They can’t find anything wrong!

The chest/heart pains had lessened by the age of about 14 to barely even noticing them. Until I got pregnant in 1976. During this pregnancy I had a couple of attacks and was rushed to the hospital several times to no avail! Once again… they cant find anything wrong.! In other words… GET OUT OF HERE YOU HYPROCONDRACT !!!!

After years and years of having the same problems and not finding anything… the Dr’s started treating me with indifference, disdain, non-belief. AND this was in my 20’s! I have been dealing with this mentality all of my life. If we don’t find anything the first time, or the second time of doing the same tests…. Then we just ignore it and pretend it does not exists!

The right side stomach pain continues with the ovulation over all these years and I just learned to “live with it” every other month. The appendix attacks have continued as well, but not near as often!

I was also suffering from sever depression (runs in the family), for which I sought out medical help.

I moved to Fl. in 1988. Married and pregnant in 1989.

The pregnancy was in jeopardy! I developed pre-term labor pains (not Braxton hicks) every 3-4 minutes apart in my 4-5 month and was confined to bed for the remainder of the pregnancy. They gave me BREATHEENE to halt the contractions. It definitely helped but the labor continued. At about 32 – 33 weeks they stopped the med.. I was told if I go into full labor now the baby is healthy enough to thrive. When the meds stopped… so did the contractions! Really weird I know, but it did happen. I went into labor about 2 -3 weeks later. I do have to say that during my pregnancy I was sent to a major hosp. out of town because the local Dr. I was seeing said the local hospital would not be able to handle any birthing problems they may occur. I had also been sent to this hospital before because they thought I had pre-clampasia (?) and was very toxic! However; because I fell into the “NORMAL” guidelines, I did not have either problem. Even though I was as big as a house, swollen everything (retained massive amounts of fluids), 20pt. higher BP (but still in range) and had suffered with pre-term labor for months…. Nothing was wrong with me! They wouldn’t listen when I told them my BP has been 100/60 for my entire life! That it being 120/90 was high for me! But they wouldn’t hear me and nixed it saying I was within the guidelines! Don’t Dr.s get it! Guidelines are just that! GUIDES! These are not set in stone! Every person is different! They just wouldn’t freakin listen to me! So each time they sent me home saying everything is OK! When I finally went into full labor, I did make it the hours drive to the hosp!

Of course leads were attached to my belly to hear the baby’s heart beat and monitor the contractions. One nurse (male) looked at the printouts and said you’re in active labor and you’re not even moaning! This is unreal! He was astonished to say the least! I told him of my ordeal and informed him I have had to “live with” the constant pain for several months now so I have had to learn to deal with it!

We were trying for a “V” birth, which ended in a c-section because I would not dilate the last 2 CM and the baby was pushing out and they pretty much thought he was stuck at the cervix! And he was! The Dr. had such a hard time pulling the baby back up and out of the birth canal! It sounded like a tight suctioning break! You could actually hear the sucking motion while she was trying to pull him out! He was born with a very pointed head! If this had been a vaginal birth I would expect it! The baby was happy and healthy!

2 - 3 days later I developed a host of problems and died 2x’s. I will try and list all that I can remember… it’s been 18 years now…

Deep vein thrombosis, atherosclerosis, staff infection, arterial thrombosis, pneumonia in my rt, lung, emboli - left lung resulting in a collapsed lung, blood transfusion because white count was so high, arterial thrombosis, pulmonary edema, COPD, asthma. I know there is more but I can’t remember. I was informed that if I don’t stop smoking I would not live to be 40! I spent 38 days in the hospital, 15-20 of them in ICU. They even kept my baby there the entire time because they thought I was going to die! Fooled them!


About 4 months after his birth, I developed large lumps on each side of my neck. The are large, distinct and rubbery. They didn’t hurt to touch, but they ached allot. I would find myself rubbing them to help elevate some of the discomfort.

Sometimes they got really big! But, this would happen only once in a while. Over the last 2-3 years they have become harder and developed lumps inside each one. They hurt pretty much all the time now. I have pains that start at my color bone and stretch up to my ears! Sometimes I can’t even hold my head up! They have swollen so much that I have a terrible time lifting my arms above my head, turning my head, sleeping, etc. etc..

I also have 3 lumps that developed during my 1st marriage (31 years ago) at the very base of my head in the back that are swelling more and more everyday! One of these is pressing on a nerve ending and causes AXE/Hatchet like pain in my head! These would rarely flare up over the years, but lately it’s happening more and more.

I have brought these lumps to the attention of many Dr’s over the years and every one of them chose to ignore them! They may have put in a note here or there.. But, that was about it! They could see me wincing or twisting from the pain when they are manipulated and yet they still chose to ignore them!

After my sons birth in 90. I also became very tired and listless. It just seamed like everything was hurting all the time. I couldn’t find any relief from it. I had to talk myself into getting up and getting dressed everyday!

My Dr. at the time… Dr. C.M, tried to find out what the lumps were, but stopped after a few tests came back negative. Lupus – negative (13-14 yrs ago). She did run a broad spectrum blood test for cancer which also came back negative.

She was also trying to find out why having sex is very painful and discovered I have a tiled cervix. Could that be from the baby being wedged in there from his birth?

Other than that she could not find the cause and let it fall by the wayside as well.

She did have her hands full with me because I was always sick with colds and flu’s, earaches, infected sinuses, and such. I keep my Dr.s hopping! After about 8 years of seeing her circumstances had changed in her life and her hours were no longer available for a sick person such as myself, I didn’t want a Dr. that sent me to the hosp for an ear infection because she didn’t want to take a minute and call in drops… so I changed Dr.’s.

I then went to a walk-in-clinic for a couple of years. I didn’t bring up the lumps and they never asked about them!

I was just getting too tired of hearing the same thing over and over again…. I DON”T KNOW! And then let it go by the wayside! There are too many Dr’s out there that DON’T KNOW and fail to follow through with a diagnosis based on the one fact…. THEY DON’T KNOW… so they don’t bother to find out! No matter what toll it’s taking on the patient! You just have to learn to “live with it” I am told! Just how much can a person “live with”????

Over the last 18 years there have been other diagnosis for other problems…

Face: I developed hard scaly patches on my face and they would bleed when I washed. I informed Dr.CM. and she provided a scrub that really tore my face up. Then she told me to put Vaseline on it every night. Which I did to no avail. I later found out I have massive skin cancer in various stages. 6 years ago (the last time I had anything done) some were already at stage 2! This is not limited to my face either! But my entire torso as well. That’s because I use to be able to wear bikinis and would get burned all over from the sun! I have had sun poisoning 2x’s.


Sinuses: I have been told I have the worlds largest sinus’s! I have always suffered from infections. When a low pressure systems come along…. I could just scream with the pain in my head! My sinuses are so swollen…. You can see them buldging into my nasal passages! It blocks my breathing. I have never really been able to breathe through my nose and this just adds to it. Add this to the “live with” list as well! And dry…OMG!

It is maddening! I have tried hunders of OTC sprays and not much helps. The Dr’s wont provide me with anything else!


EARS: The last few years they have become so dry that sometimes when I was attending meetings the dried wax would fall out! How embarrassing! My ears drive me nuts! They are always so dry and itchy. I was informed I had swimmers ear several years ago. But this dryness is definitely different than that of the swimmers ear ache pain.


Eyes: At 40 yrs. My vision changed suddenly, almost overnight! I suddenly needed glasses! Bifocals! I always had 20/20 vision and up to about a month before my 40th b-day I realized I couldn’t see things very well at all! I needed readers when I was a kid to stop the headaches, but stopped using them after puberty!


Throat: my neck/throat swells causing swallowing problems. Pills and popcorn continuously get struck! My old gastro Dr. would stretch it for me while doing his oscopies! It would help a bit. Sometime, the pills sit in my throat for hours if I let it. I usually eat a cookie or something along with the pills to make them go down a little better.


Stomach: I had a hiatal hernia from about 14 yrs of age. Finally after years and years of meds… I want to a point out that the only thing I could eat with out repercussions was baby food… I was taking 50 + pills a week for just to be able to eat baby food! I finally had a stomach wrap done about 6 -7 years ago. It was the best surgery I ever had! I am just now starting to take stomach meds again. And not nearly as many or as often! I am told I have another hernia on top of the old one!


The night of the stomach surgery landed me back into the hospital! I had a blinding pain in my stomach again! But this was much different! It felt like something was ripping, tearing, inside of my belly, inside my skin. They did CT scans and found nothing!

Just 2 weeks (05-08) ago I think I stumbled onto what may have happened! The incision herniated! On the inside! I located a topic on herniated incisions from laparoscopic surgery, which cited, some incisions can be herniated! I have developed another herniated incision on the outside of my belly from the same surgery! When this one developed, it was the same type of pain so, it made sense to me! Now why couldn’t they figure that out?! Surgery that day…. Pain at one of the incision sites….. Stands to reason! DUMB DUMBS!

This is another entry in my file that should read…. Herniated incision, NOT… unknown!

Oh well, at least I know what it is/was. This spot is sometimes a little sore.. but nothing I can’t “live with”. It just burns me up that they DON’T KNOW!


OKAY, Okay… I have to back up here…. When I was 23, I went parachuting. My chute collapsed approx 65’ above the ground. My instructor was speaking to me through a walkie talkie and screamed…. OH ****, SHARON BEND YIOUR KNEES YOU’RE LANDING HARD! And I did….. land hard! Only by the time I realized what he was saying… I had already hit the ground with legs straight! It all happened so fast…. I saw an explosion in my head! I saw an atomic bomb going off! The pain was excruciating! The chute came down on top of me. The ground crew didn’t know which end was which! The only thing I could to respond to them was to tap the chute with my fingers, which were still holding onto the throttle cords. They pulled the chute off of me then tried to pull me up! I screamed like I never screamed before! I then used the crew person as a ladder and climbed up from the ground on my own. I walked back to the barracks which was over a mile away! I lay in bed that night in terrible pain, not wanting to admit that something was terribly wrong. In the morning my boyfriend took me to the hosp. where I was diagnosed with a fractured vertebra. They also informed me I had an old fractured vertebra ad well! I think I did that when I was about 8, and I fell off of my friends sliding board (it was one of those old tall ones) I do remember hurting for several days from the fall.

Anyway, I was in the hosp, for 2 weeks and left with a back brace for the next 6-8 months.

Over the course of the next 2 years I had a couple of knee operations, due to this accident!

1980 – lft. knee reconstruction and on the right knee a bi-lateral release. I had knocked the knee cap out of place and it healed incorrectly. But the reconstruction on the lft. knee was strange in the way it happened! It was several months after the parachute accident but it’s definitely related to it!

I had been sitting on my bed playing Monopoly with my son and went to stand up… I couldn’t put any weight on my knee! I was laughing and crying at the same time saying…. What the heck’s going on! I don’t understand what’s a matter! Later that day I was taken to the hosp. where I was informed the top and bottoms bones behind the knee cap are splintered! The reason I couldn’t put any weight on it was because the pieces where floating around and grinding the bone up worse! I was informed that it was due to lack of circulation. Apparently falling 65 ft. and landing on straight legs will jam up your joints! Who woulda thunk it~! Lol I was 23 at the time. I also lost almost ¾” in height that day! The compression was that great! NOTE- allot of people have a tendency to die after falling from such a height!


Feet: l-foot; I have heal spurs on both feet, I have cysts under my heals, the 2nd toe from the end has a growth in the bone. I was informed that the bone would be removed and replaced. That was 5 years ago. The day that I went to Dr.T for her to clear me for surgery… is the day I found out I had a heart attack. From there I went to Dr. J. cardiologist. He had me on a monitor and had a stress test (3rd one up to this point), and another where they insert a camera through your groin artery to your heart (cardiac cath). Nothing unusual came back. Yet I persisted on having these weird heart things happen. They have been happening for years but no one can find the cause or even that they actually exists! I feel flubs and flops and missed beats and beats that are so strong it feels like my heart will jump out of my chest, sometimes its so bad that I get dizzy and pass out! ! Nothing ever shows up on the tests. NOTHING! Last time I was in the hospital for my heart (I think) I watched the heart monitor. I watched it for a long time. My heart beats… the ones I feel … do not register on these instruments. So, I am again NUTS! Anyway… when I was watching the monitor I noticed a blip/beat that I felt the problems start with! And I was watching it make that little green jumpy line across the screen as I was feeling it in my chest! That was it! That was the beginning beat to all of my flip flops etc! I found the right heart beat! I was excited! Finally, I could correlate the beat on the monitor to the one I feel I have the most problems with! The nurse was apparently watching me and came into my room. As she entered, she swooped around and turned off the monitor! While she raised her arm to push the button she was watching me and saying that I shouldn’t watch the monitor it would just upset me!

I told her I was not upset! I was happy! I finally had the time to sit and watch one of these things and pay close attention and I found the “problematic heart beat”! I was happy! Finally something I can take back to that condescending/thinks he’s god/ and I know absolutely nothing about my own body/bastared, cardio Dr.! I met him in the hospital, he was the Dr. on call. I followed up at his office. When I was being discharged I was presented with a couple of prescriptions (from here on, they will be referred to as scripts) for my heart. It should still be on record I would think. Anyway, at the follow up visit, he told me …. You are not taking any heart meds.. I cited yes, I was. I was taking the ones he gave me at the time of release. He got a little mad and flipped through the pages in my file and cited, I don’t have anything on record here! I didn’t give them to you.. how’d you get them?!!!! He was very upset with me! I repeated the same story again, only this time adding that it’s not my fault his team failed to provide him the necessary information for this visit! I informed them when I made the appointment! I felt as though he’d just accused me of writing false scripts! I was heart sick! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! The scripts are even on record at the hospital! I was very upset to say the least. He left the room for a bit and came back with the information. He never apologized! I was still upset when he came in and I looked like it as well! He never said a thing to set things straight! Not a freakin thing! But, I’m informed he is one of the best around here, so I stay with him. We never did get that good Dr., patient relationship after that I was hoping for but, oh well… he’s supposed to be good… right! His eccentricities can be overlooked. I went back a couple or times for meds and check ups and such. He always treated me with….. Irritation, annoyance & disdain. Like why am I here taking time away from him!!

Then during the time I am still with PCP Dr.T…. I had an apparent heart attack at her office and they took me out in an ambulance. That EKG was LOST! Friggin LOST during transport!

I went back the cardio Dr. J. for the follow up . He said he cannot verify if I’ve ever had a heart attack at this point, but he would label it as a possible heart attack! If it’s not a heart attack then what in gods name is happening to me?! He changed my meds to stronger doses and sent me on my way.

I think he also added a water pill at this time for my leg/feet/ankle edema. I believe this is one and/or both meds Dr. C, either lessened, or took me off all together. Should be able to correlate it in the charts.

The next time I went to Dr. J (cardio) I have been dealing with the phlegm in my chest since my bout of pneumonia (3 years prior)…. And as it turned out, this showed up on my EKG! Little tiny bumps on the graph. I saw it as it was printing. As I was speaking to the nurse at the desk (on my way out) and getting the scripts another nurse came up and asked me to come back and speak to the Dr.! It was about the EKG. Something was wrong and he wants me to do a stress test before he comes to any conclusions. OK I can respect that. I don’t want to be scared to death either! Lol Anyway, I had informed him I have a hard time doing stress tests because of my sciatica. He insisted. I went along with it. When I was just about to drop off the machine he stopped it. As he was talking… I was listening to him talk to the nurse and point to my chart. I asked if I could see what he was talking about. He just turned back to the nurse! From what I could gather they were talking about those little tiny bumps on the last EKG. Well if that *** had actually ever listened to me or shown me what I want to be shown or just feakin talk to me decently …. I would have told him it was the phlegm in my chest! But he was such a@$ # &%#! I decided to keep it to myself! I don’t think I’ve been back to him since then.

At this point before I forget again….

I have to inform you that when I was watching the monitor in the hospital the heart beat I was telling the nurse I felt allot… she cut me off saying… it is the extra beat that everyone has. It is normal to have this “extra beat” and walked away, dismissing me in mid sentence. I never tried to bring it up again because I don’t want to look like an idiot anymore! I’ll just add to the list of things I already am learning to “live with”. Last time I went to him was in 2006.


I’ve had a couple of additional episodes to my back over the years, it’s gotten pretty bad and I’m limping now allot of the time. My left leg, toes and foot go numb on me all the time. And/or I have shooting pains from my sciatica.

Because the additional injuries happened at places of employment I had undergone extensive testing over the several years. I was diagnosed 30% disabled at the time (lower lumbar). And not able to lift more than 15 lbs. This was over 8- 9 years ago. I finally went to a chiropractor and he helped immensely! I have had nerve blocks/epidurals, cortisone shots (one Dr. gave me 2x’s the dosage saying I have a tolerance to the med)! Tried water therapy and massage, industrial tens at rehab centers, had many, many tests run and the best help I got was through a chiropractor! I had become addicted to all my meds at the time but eventually I weaned myself off of everything.

I was getting and epidural I think, when I heard the Dr. COL. say, oh boy….. I said… what do you mean, oh boy! Before he could answer me I developed an extreme headache! I informed both the Dr. & the nurse. The nurse asked me if it just started. I replied to the positive.

I was sent home saying if anything happens to come back immediately. Later that night my husband had to call an ambulance for me. I was screaming out in pain! I couldn’t stand the light, the pain was awful! The results were an air bubble on the brain from the…. “Oh boy” point during the application earlier that day. The hospital ended up calling the other Dr, and was informed they would have to do a blood patch. No one at the hospital knew how to do this! The Dr. that was doing the procedure was on the phone with my BACK Dr. the entire time!

I spent the next week in total blackness in my hospital room. I hope to never go through that again!

At some point over these last 20 years I have also been diag, with scoliosis, and curvature of the spine (from the fall).

For along time after having my son in 1990, I had developed bowel problems. It would alternate between constipation and diarrhea. Terrible stomach pains, cramps, bloating, enemas/stool softeners/laxatives for the constipation blockage, Imodium to stop the diarrhea! I didn’t know if I was coming or going! It was a very fine balancing act! I was finally diagnosed about 5-6- 7 yrs ago with IBS.

Same Dr. that took care of my hiatal hernia! Thank god I am finally getting somewhere! There is a name for my problem! IBS! But, that didn’t apply to the reason I was so tired all the time.

I have to talk myself into doing everything! I just want to sleep! But I gotta work! This will be added to the list of things to “live with” as well.

When they did the cardiac cath, it went well. When I was waking up on the table I felt sever flip flops and grabbed my chest. But, I guess the dr. did not see it on the screen! He did see me grab my chest but, never said a word about it after that!

Next visit he said I had 60% blockage in one of my arties. He didn’t say which one. But, that they won’t operate until it reaches 70% even with all my complaints and worsening EKG’s!


I was once informed that because I have passed out so many times and because my heart problems are basically undiagnosed; it was due to panic attacks! I laugh at this! This is preposterous! The first time I passed out was just after my husband’s 40th b-day party and I was walking across the room singing and laughing with him and….. down I went! I was happy and singing! Why would I have a panic attack at that point in time! I think the diagnosis is a bunch of bull and they can’t and/or don’t want to find out why I pass out! It’s just too much bother! Add this to the list of things having to “live with”!


The last time I passed out I lost all the potassium in my body. The ER doc didn’t know why. I informed him it has happened before… the exact same way. He cited they prob. were not related and sent me home.

At my home prior to T-port, the EMT’s were unable to get a BP on me until they put me in the truck! They had a terrible time trying to raise a vein for the IV as well. A nurse informed me that I would have to take potassium supplements the rest of my life. While I was waiting to see the Dr, I was chewing on my tongue. The nurse asked me what I was eating. I cited I was chewing on my tongue. It itched, hurt, swell, irritate, etc. etc. all the time now! I cannot find any relief for it.

I asked my last PCP Dr.C and he had me stick out my tongue and said it atrophied and there is nothing that can be done for it… end of story. There use to be times when it would go away for a couple of days or even weeks, but now it is prevalent all the time. I get terrible headaches from chewing on it as well. But I do it subconsciously, so it’s hard to stop. This is something else I have been told to “live with”.

Being in and out of hosp. all my life I noticed that things happen between the patient and nursing staff or phlebotomist, or any number of medical folks that do not get entered into a patient file. I believe all these little things can carry an important roll in diagnosing a person. Especially with someone such as myself that has soooo many ongoing problems its hard to keep track of all the little things!

I have been informed that I am a…. Hard stick, have severely dry skin (nothing helps moisturize it), my veins collapse and roll to name just a couple of things. I am sure I will think of more as this document grows! Lol

My fingers: the skin is very hard and needs to be cut away around the nails. The skin is so hard on my finger tips that I cannot feel textures. My nails are extremely soft and have a tendency to split allot. My fingers go numb when I get cold. It is pretty painful and results in allot of shaking and pounding trying to get circulation back to them!

I cannot mix up anything cold! I get terrible pains trying to make a meatloaf or some such thing!


My Chest: When I was in the hosp. for pneumonia I complained that I couldn’t cough up the phlegm in my bronchial tubes and asked if it could be sucked out. Dr. C. (this is the first time I met him) informed me that it was too dangerous and that I would have to spit the phlegm out. I informed him… I had been sick my whole life and have NEVER been able to COUGH IT UP AND SPIT IT OUT! NEVER! No one listens to me! He said do your best! What a bunch of ****!

I believe most of my breathing problems are in my bronchial tubes! I have been told by 2 nurse friends that I sound very “wet” when I laugh or cough. I have to constantly cough and try to get my passages unclogged! My husband asked me if I’m trying to cough up a lung! But, it feels (the passages) feel full and like there is a plug/cork in there… that… if I cough hard enough it might get jogged loose! Most times it’s out of my control, and it never ends in spitting out the junky WET stuff. I can fill my lungs full with oxygen and hold my breathe for a long time (swimming) so I honestly don’t think there are as many problems with my lungs as suspected! I think it is mostly in my bronchial tubes! When I do breathing treatments I have to cough and cough to open a passage to let the meds through! LISTEN TO ME DOCTOR! 4-5 years later I am still living “with it”.

Hair: I have been loosing hair ever since my sons birth in 90. Sometimes I cry! It so dramatic! One of my sons friends was here one time when I was brushing it and saw me take the hair out of the brush (I do it every time) and cited he could make a wig out of it! I wanted to cry! Instead I laughed and agreed with him!

I am trying to grow it long for “Locks of Love” This is an organization here in the USA that provides wigs to folks battling cancer. I am doing this in memory of my mom who died of breast cancer 5 yrs ago and my dear friends Helen & Chuck, who passed not too long ago. Hopefully I will hit the 12” (required length) mark by the end of the year!

Prior to the birth in “90” you couldn’t close your fingers around the width of my hair…. Now… you can wrap your fingers around it 2x’s!

I started taking Cod Liver Oil a few months back and it actually helped with the hair problems! I was growing fine new baby hair in the area’s that were extremely thinned out and shined my hair up again! It also helped with my nails (better than gelatin) and dry ears and even my bowels! My skin was actually doing a little better as well! But, I had to stop taking it because it was messing up my hiatal hernia! If you don’t have stomach problems I highly recommend it!

Our grandparents really had something here! It would be prudent for a medical facility to accomplish a study! Imagine how something so simple could make such a huge impact on a person’s health! But it takes several months to see any results! Be patient and eventually you will start to notice some changes!

Okay back to other things now…

From here on out I will probably be jumping around as I remember things. I am sorry, but to do this chronologically would just take too terribly long. My, apologies.


My last PCP Dr.C, was just unbelievable! As stated earlier, I had met him the first time while in the hospital Then he assumed…. my then PCP Dr. T’s… biz when she was moving out of state.

Because he remembered me from the hosp. and because he found a liver problem while I was in the hosp. as well… I chose to stay with him.

Oh yea…. The last pneumonia hospital visit…. Dr. C came in and cited my liver levels were high and he was cutting back on my pain meds. I had yellow fingers and big round yellow spots next to my eyes. NOT MY EYES THEMSELVES! He kept a constant vigil over it. I of course thought this was wonderful to have a Dr. that was finally finding/seeing what I have been “living with” and complaining about for years!! Even prior to taking percocet!

I was released and went back to my regular meds and back to Dr. T, (she did not have privileges at the hospital). She did obtain all the hosp. documentation which included the liver problems. No follow on my liver was ordered. This was documented in or about 2003-2004. Now I am doing the math… it is possible I have had liver problems for close to 6 years to date! Which have not been addressed!

When Dr. C, took over Dr. T’s patients, he cited he remembered me from the hospital! He cited I had pneumonia! WHOAAA a Dr. that remembers my problems! This is good!

During the take over of Dr.T’s patients I was having a great many problems! I was over worked and diagnosed with chronic fatigue syn. Was severely depressed, hurt all over to the point that I couldn’t work! I had been living with diarrhea for over a year now, passing out on a regular basis, I’m tired of going to the Dr’s. etc etc. etc. I cried all the time at every visit! I need a medical intervention here! Dr. C. was pretty through on my couple of visits. He noticed the lumps in my neck, Did he make notes of it? I don’t know.

He seemed concerned about my lungs (not bronchial tubes as I had informed him … AGAIN). Things he was getting concerned about… were not the same things I was concerned about! He soon started focusing on my meds! The ones he promised he would not touch if I became his patient! He took me off elevil, (for long term pain and depression) citing I am addicted to it. He did not replace that med at that time. He then took me off XANAX, (for depression), and provided me with a med that was extremely expensive and I couldn’t afford it. I informed him of this and he cited there was nothing else for him to prescribe. Somewhere along the way he did eventually put me on a cheaper anti depressant I think… I could be wrong.

He cut me back on my heart meds with out reason. This was just after Cardio Dr. J. raised it!

He would never provide me with more than 3 months refills on any of the 14 meds I was taking! I practially lived at this office anyway! So even on the rare occasion of not being at the Dr.’s for a couple of weeks … I would end up having to make an appointment for my meds! Only 2 of them were controlled substances at this point in time! I could see him giving less or even no refills on those, but to do it with ALL my meds was just too controlling. Tooo money hungry! He wants his patients to keep having to come back!

Somehow, my BP meds were stopped, I don’t know for sure if he stopped them or if it just fell through the cracks.

He changed most of my meds within the second year of seeing him. He did not know how to handle my crying during his visits. It gets him upset. So, when he would change out my cheap meds for much more expensive ones I would cry and argue with him! After the first year… maybe even earlier… he became obsessed with changing my meds. I begged him not too, because it had taken several years to get to this point of being able to live with so much for so long… and this is a good point right now. But he did it anyway…. And every thing has gone down hill since then! Not just with my health but with everything! I wasn’t gettting the help I needed. I was in bed more than out of it…. We were facing possibly loosing our home…(that’s ok now) I was soooo depressed from being sick… from life and the curves it was throwing at us… there was so much going about Everything! You know when one thing starts it never seems to end! So, not only did I have to deal with everything taking place, my health was deteriorating quickly, now I had to contend with my PCP Dr.C making me upset at every visit! I was at my wits ends! Depressed…. Hell yes… was that why I was crying…. Hell yes! HE COULDN’T DEAL WITH MY TEARS! Said I was depressed and hooked on opiates (percocet) and insisted that I go and check myself into a rehab center! First I was depressed… then I got mad… I was only taking 350mg 4 x’s a day! He would write me a script for 750mg. - 120dsp. and I would break them in half so it would last me up to about 7 weeks. Sometimes I had to take a whole one. His meds were so expensive I had to have a break somewhere! Just 4 out of the 14 meds I took cost over $50.00 each! As things go, 2007 rolled around I lost my insurance. Dr. C was then focused on how am I going to pay for my meds, treatments, office visits, etc. etc. He pushed and pushed for me to apply for SSI. I’m not ready to give up yet! I.. hopefully.. will some day to go back to being a parenting teacher and/or initiate a badly needed Diversion Program for Local Families! Or just able to help someone when they need it! I’m not ready for SSI. Yet, he continued to badger me about it. I last saw him in or about May or June 07.

Prior to loosing my insurance about a year earlier… so that puts it at about 2005. there was an incident that required me to see a workmans comp Dr.. He took x-rays and was very through. As I had no complaints he released me for work that afternoon.

Several months later he called my home! Imagine that… a Dr. actually calling me! He immediately apologized for the mix up, however; The x-ray report was just located and I have an enlarged liver and spleen and should go to the emergency room right away! He scared the **** out of me! After his call I did some thinking…. If it has been 6-7 months since the x-ray… what would waiting a few more days hurt! I knew I had an upcoming appointment with Dr. C…. so, I obtained a copy of the report and provided Dr.C with the details of the Dr.’s phone call to my house. He looked at it and asked me what the measurements/enlargements were based on? I cited I had no idea and he would need to call the Radiologist himself to find this out. He never made that call! In fact he looked at the report again and cited it was due to my weight gain and stuffed into the folder. He did not take into consideration that I was 70 pounds thinner at the time the x-rays were taken!

NOTE: Dr. C was the one that found my liver problems in the hospital years ago! Now… he is ignoring an enlarged liver report! Is this a sign of a good Dr.? No, I don’t think so.

That leads me too this question…. I was always anorexic looking up to about the age of 33… now, I’m huge! I’m thinking undiagnosed overactive thyroid for 33 years and when I had all those medical problems in “90” happened, it did more damage! Forcing it to hardly work at all! It’s just a theory. I might be grasping at straws here, but I have too! I know you must understand or relate in some way.


Because of right side pain a few years back I was admitted to the hosp. again. The OBGYN on call cited a cyst on the left ovary that my mimic pain on the right ovary. They could not locate my right ovary at the time but that is what they were hinging the offenctomy on. I am soooo tired of this pain I am game for anything at this point! So, he removed the left ovary. I awoke still having the pain on my right side! They gave me meds for the pain. Eventually it died down and I was released.

I went back to the surgeon for the follow up visit. He did and internal exam and pronounced me cured! I said if I’m cured, then why am I still having pain on my right side? He nervously chuckled and cited… “I guess I’m in big trouble now”! I got up and left. His wife tried calling my home, but I ignored her calls. I was upset and rightly so!

I persevered with the pain for over a year and then obtained a new OBGYN. I had hope for her as well!

She asked the right questions, she did a good exam, good personality! She tried to do an internal/pap, which was entirely too painful for me to deal with! She cited, because of the right side pain all the time now she would like to do a DNC. I agreed, as nothing had been done gynecological (other than reg. paps, and exam’s) up to this point in my life!

The moment was I coming out of the anisthia, I was screaming and withering in pain from my right side! It was excruciating!

Everyone was in attendance except the Dr.. They gave me a shot of Demerol, which didn’t help. I kept screaming and withering in pain. He gave me antoher shot. Still screaming and withering in pain! He calls the Dr. she apparently says to give me a shot. He cited.. I gave her enough to put down an elephant! They called the ambulance! Buy the time I reached the hosp. The Demerol had kicked in and I was not in any pain.

Laying in the ER, a male nurse came in and asked the MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION…. How are things at home? I became irate! I started screaming what kind of a person … that is barely out of anesthesia, can put on an act like that! You think this is all an act! YOU KNOW NOTHING! And I left the hosp. on my own. The Demerol did its job for several hours and my right side calmed down again. When my diarrhea is bad, so is my right side! Hmmm, makes you wonder doesn’t it!

Anyway, at the follow up visit, she (the Dr.) said nothing about the incident at all! Just that nothing out of the ordinary was wrong inside my female anatomy. While I was still seeing this dr, I had told her that since I started menopause in 2003, I developed a greenish-redish-blackish discharge, which smells to high heaven! It comes out in globs a couple of times a day. Sometimes it hurts around the opening it is squeezing through. It reminds me allot of when I use to pass those huge blood clots during my periods. Very similar. She took note and looked for this discharge during the DNC. She did not find it. I am now to the point if I tell one more medical person about this discharge and they look at me like it’s just incredulous, I will just… loose it! So, I took in my pads for her to see (I put it in a baggie). She cited … eweeeee, it looks like its old dried blood! And that’s the end of that story… add it to the list of…. “Living with it”. Douches, depilatories, sprays… nothing helps the odor. Not even Flaygil (?).

The cod liver oil did help with that as well! It almost stopped all together! But, now that I’m not taking it anymore its starting again.

I have also been diagnosed with… a tilted pelvis. Could this be from my sons birth? Could this be the reason I can’t have sex! Why it’s so painful?

This last OBGYN never mentioned it at all, yet the diagnosis was made about 13 years ago!

A while back I was admitted for right side pain. In the ER the PA and nurse were getting ready for the exam. The gizmo that opens you up was inserted and I started screaming at the top of my lungs! OMG it was unbearable! It took 2 nurses to hold my body down and 2 more to hold my legs still! OMG, OMG, it was excruciating! They were speaking to each other and cited in unison… “the cervix!). I was admitted. That night around 12:30-1:00am, a young Dr. came in my room (Dr. G) and demanded to do an internal exam right in my bed, right then and now! Once again, I was screaming and withering in pain!! 4-5 addition nurses came in to help hold me down! I was begging him to stop. When he finally did he turned to me and asked me when my last Mamo was! I was taken aback! I knew he had questions but this is not one that I was thinking of! Still in shock from the exam I answered him. He wanted to go into a long dissertation of having mammograms! Not a word about the painful exam! He turned and left. Right now I have so many emotions going through me…. I feel dirty… I feel shortchanged.. I feel violated; I am going though a whole gambit of emotions! Most of all I will remember this Dr. because he treated me worse of any Dr. I have ever been too! Even a Dr. from my 20’s that tried to… well you know…. Didn’t make me feel as dirty as this Dr. did!

Dr. T sent me to the hosp. to have my appendix and ovary removed… DR.G said NO! End of story! That was the last time I went to the hosp for this pain. I won’t go anymore. I will die before I go and hear…. I don’t know and you’ll just have to learn to “live with it”… ever again!

I have lost count of how many times I’ve been tested for: HIV, AIDS, PID, STD’s, etc., etc., … it’s an unfathomable amount of times! They are all the same results that have been coming back for years & years & years (52 years, 2 months, and a handful of days… )!!! NEGATIVE! I can’t have sex, how can I contract a STD! Ninnies! My husband and I have a special relationship and he would NEVER cheat on me! He’s really depressed about not having sex… which is understandable… (I’m very depressed about it as well, because I love sex and miss it terribly!) But, he would never cheat on me! Out of the two of us… I would probably be the one to cheat first! Lol I have never cheated … and don’t plan on it either! Who in their right mind would want me anyway! This is the real world here folks! I don’t want me either! Lol

Too much illness to be able to live life fully and much too young as well! I’m not looking through rose colored glasses here! And now that I can’t work…it just adds to his depression. Oh, by the way… his boss dropped my husbands insurance last April. It was a big surprise to us! So now… he is without insurance as well.

So is our youngest son who has boarder line diabetes. But that’s another story.

Somewhere earlier I was speaking about my skin cancer and some of being at stage 2, 6 years ago. Well, I did have two surgeries… Moh’s. One surgery was almost 9 hours long! He did a beautiful job! You would never know how much of my face he had to remove! I got a great face lift on one side!

It’s now back in the same areas again! This time there is much more on the surface than there was the last time. So, I can imagine possibly needing skin grafts if the surgery is accomplished again. I know my forehead is entirely covered in various stages of cancers by now. I can feel it all the time! And whoever said that skin cancer was not painful… never had skin cancer!

I use to be very pretty woman and pretty much had my pick of guy’s years ago…. I know we get older and all of that stuff… but, the cancer has taken what little prettiness I had left… away.

I went to a different for the other Moh’s surgery and I am sorry I didn’t fight my insurance Co. to be able to go back to the other Derm. Dr., but, I didn’t. This guy left me with what looks like a cleft pallet type lip! A big scar up to my nose…. Its awful! I thought he was kidding me when he cited he had never done this before! I chuckled! OMG he meant it! Of course I didn’t find that out until it came time to change the bandages!

I cried and cried. I did go back for my follow up. I never said a word… the damage was already done! I got a good bill of health and left. This is another thing that I have to learn to live with every day… every time I look in the mirror.


OMG I forgot an important part about the Dr. who took out my left ovary (& gallbladder) when I had pain in my right side….

About 2 years later, I was having more problems again… it was flaring up (my right side). I found a different OBGYN and wanted my records faxed to her office. After calling and calling the “Surgeon OBGYN’s” office for them to fax my records, someone finally told me they were missing! They looked everywhere I was informed!

Hmmmm, was the Dr. that worried I was going to take him to court? When his wife had called my house it was from his home residence, not his office. Could my records still be at his home? I hope the hosp. still has their records!

I don’t want to take anyone to court! I just want answers!

I don’t care if they take every organ out of my belly that may be causing pain! In fact… after all these years I would welcome it! Both mom and sis suffered with similar pains and female problems. They both had hysterectomy’s. Problem solved! NO MORE PAIN ! Imagine that! I have to “live with” mine.

Over the last several years a large lump has developed under the right side of my ribs… towards the center. It is very painful at times. I am always aware of its size and presence.. it rarely un-swells anymore.

There is also something swelled up under my left side as well! Sometime I cannot find any way to relieve the pain and discomfort.

I was diagnosed with Tennis Elbow and Golfer Elbow about 14-15 years ago. It is from my thumbs, wrists, elbows, and neck. I had fallen outside on the pavement and landed with both arms extended. My left arm was fractured in 2 places.

Since then, both arms hurt pretty much all the time. Sometimes I can barely lift a gallon of milk! Now add the large neck lumps into the equation! And the Fibro diagnosis in 07! I can barely freakin move! It just kills me to type this long…. But, it is just something I have to get done. I feel it’s important right now. I feel like I’m on a deadline and I don’t know why.

I know what I think…. I think I gonna drop over dead real soon and my story will die with me, I am sure this is not the worse story ever told… I am sure there are plenty of folks out there that could top mine….. But, this is my story… and I NEED to tell it.

I also want to inform any one that cares…. I have wished for my body to be donated to science as far back as I can remember! I would like to be a part of helping other women that have gone through some of the same things I have. Maybe through me… can be realized why sex hurts, why, why, why, … I have been a mystery, an enigma, most of my life. Maybe my death would bring some unknown things to light.

I have already cheated death 4x’s! I’m not a cat with nine lives. Lol The next episode could be the last one! I’m feeling worse and worse everyday, so it only stands to reason.

Any way… back to my last PCP Dr. C……

He asked me why I turn so red/flushed when I do very little… like walking into the exam room. I cited…. You tell me!

When I lost my insurance and I was still seeing him for a few months… I was also comparing prices on the meds he wrote out for me and I was dealing with 4 different pharmacy’s at the time. He wanted to know which drug (I remind you… I am taking 14 meds) I got filled in which pharmacy before he would write a script! I got upset and cited I didn’t know off the top of my head, I have a list at home and that I change pharmacy’s often because of pricing. After I starting crying he relented and wrote the scripts. What in gods name is this man doing to me? He was a real control freak! Very passive aggressive. I was paying for my own scripts! I needed the best deals I could get!

What was his problem! To this day I still don’t understand it. I talked to one of the pharmacists about this and he was very bewildered as well. I think at this point… not having insurance anymore … he was trying to get rid of me and it worked!

I haven’t been back to him in over a year now… in fact I haven’t see any doctor in over a year now. And I’ve been off all my meds for close to 10 months now… maybe longer.. I loose track of time!

I do take… Boswellia (herbal supplement), 3 x’s a day, 6-10 Aleve 4- 6 x’s a day, Potassium, vitamin B complex, and melatonin. Occasionally, since I am unable to consume alcohol, I will partake in a little herb. Since I no longer take good painkillers… this helps a bit! I’m not addicted, and I really don’t like it… but, I have very little choice at the moment. If I want to have less pain…. I would rather have real medications! It helps my BP, pain, stiffness and muscle spasms better than taking NOTHING!

Because of the parachute accident I also suffer from massive muscle spasm’s! I use to take 750mg of Robaxin for it… and it helped most of the time.. but there were break through spasms!

I was leaning towards adding another relaxer when I lost my insurance.

My mom, her mom, and my sis and my brother are all burdened with muscle spasms. Could it be more hereditary?

Last night I was looking through some papers and found an old medical folder of mine from about 10 years ago. What’s strange is…. Allot of the problems I had back then… I still have now. Allot of the questions I had back then…. I still have! I listed it all in a medical history log in 1998! I even mention the large lumps in my neck! So, at least I have some documentation… even though it may not be through a Dr., it is still conformation that they were hurting 10 years ago! So you see… I do get the dates mixed up! Lol

One of the things I had forgotten about was I had gotten chicken pox in or around 1993. Both my sons had it, and I developed about 20 POX blisters! Nothing major! Thanks god!

Hemmorids manifested during my “90” pregnancy and they have flared up pretty bad sometimes..

Back to my nose/sinus’s… Did I tell you that my sinus’s swell so bad that if you look up my nose you can see it bulging into the passages. During the day it switches sides but at night when I’m in bed it will swell on whatever side I am laying on… gravity! And dry! I actually cannot blow my nose and have not been able to in close to 10 years! Except when I would get colds. I know this is gonna sound gross but… I have to use an instrument to remove the hard nasal blockages! And when these blockages occur… it also happens around


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the swollen sinus’s and then it get painful to remove the hard substance. I’ve been a mouth breather as far back as I can remember because I have always had such terrible sinus problems.

In this 10 year old document… One entry was…

Neck/shoulders: At the soft spots in my shoulder’s/neck area, I have had allot of discomfort since my sons birth. The right side just hurts allot, not sharp pains.. it just hurts.

The next entry was titled :

Neck: I have 4-5 lumps on the back of my neck that swell. Mostly they swell when I get upset and/or I am sick with a cold or something similar. When they swell they cause Hatchet like pain in my head. It is unbearable when this happens. I think one of the lumps is pressing on a nerve ending.

Hey!!!!! I still have those same lumps today! I do not know anything more now…. Than I knew then! Amazing!

10 years ago I was also complaining about bloating, cramping, stomach pain, alternating diarrhea and constipation. So it took me approx. 3-4 additional years to have it diagnosed as IBS.

10 years ago, another complaint I listed was…. Difficulty in swallowing pills and certain foods. They get stuck in my throat sometimes for hours! This was 10 freakin years ago! Imagine that! Its an even bigger complaint today because now the lumps well so bad, that they interfere with my breathing as well! Now… there is hardly a time when they are not swollen!

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already removing an upper mustache daily! I’m still dealing with it.. but this will just be a part of life… something you can learn to live with. Something minor.

Well, it was very interesting to read this document and see that not much has changed! Lol I have to laugh… if I don’t…

What was even stranger I speak of my family history as if my mom is still alive.. and several other family members as well! Of course most of them are all in a better place now. It was just really weird.

I had a lupus test done about 14 years ago and it was negative.

Its weird the stuff that come to mind when your trying to remember things!

I have a little something I want to run past everyone; and please make you comments on my (bornsickie) comment page.

Several years ago I was in the hosp. for the stomach pain. After visiting hours I knew the nurse on duty would be bringing me that stuff to drink for my test in the morning. I can’t remember the name of the test (I’ve had several of them!). You drink this pinkish tinted clear liquid that shows up on the films.

As I cited, I had had this test several times before and I was not looking forward to drinking this stuff… yet again and looking forward to obtaining the same diagnosis! As I had guessed, the nurse did indeed brought me 3 huge glasses full of this liquid (barium?). She said take your time you have all night. I wanted to get this done quickly! I chugged the first one pretty good (for me that is) it was done in about 20 min. I


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I started gulping the 2nd one, when my throat, tongue, whole entire throat passage way was on FIRE! It was burning and burning…. I ran to the bathroom and drank some water which didn’t help much. I was in agony! The nurse came in and my eyes are tearing from the burning in my throat… I can barely talk… everything felt so burned! I related this information to her. While I was talking to her she leaned down and grabbed the liner out of the trash can… and before I could finish telling her what was wrong… she came over and grabbed both of the remaining full cups and threw them both into the trash bag! I protested saying I need to drink for the test! I was trying to ask her to just get another glass full for the one I couldn’t drink …. But she wouldn’t hear of it! She took the trash bag out of the room very quickly and never returned with additional cups of whatever it was!

I told my husband what happened and he agreed that it was very fishy! With as many of those tests that I have had in the past… there was never any of the liquids I was unable to drink. Weird. I never complained to the hosp. but it still plays on my mind at times. The one aspect I do worry about it that…. If she (the nurse), was trying to harm me in some fashion… has she and/or will she do this to another patient?

Please leave your blog to this entry on bornsickie ‘s “comments” area. I am anxious to hear different views on this.

This 10 year old document also cited I had many complaints about muscle weakness, being tired all the time… lethargic… my got up and go…. Got up and left.


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It took 11 years to be diagnosed with Fibro (2007) and chronic fatigue in 2006!

About not being able to have sex! This is unreal!

You know I am saying…. It’s unreal for this to be continuing for 10 years… what I should be saying… its unreal that I have had to learn to live with all these problems for 52 years! Especially when some of these problems could and should have been taken care of very easily over the years!

Don’t get me wrong here….. I have had many very good Dr.s over the years as well! Not all of them have had problems! Dr. Angel of Tampa, saved my life those 2x’s I died in 90! Dr. LaCamera diagnosed my IBS and fixed my hernia!

Dr. GM. diag me with fibro in 2007 but failed to mention those large lumps he spoke of during the exam and vital to getting a diagnosis (in my neck)! Plus several other things, but he was nice and very thorough! He was the last Dr. I saw while still on insurance.

Ok now back to my last PCP Dr. C…. at one of the last visits my husband came with me because I had been going down hill fast and because I also informed him… Dr. C. stopped listening to my chest and heart the first month I was without insurance! He had to see for himself! As we left the office… my husband says…. He never touched you in any manor! Not to listen to your heart and lungs… didn’t look in your ears nose or throat… didn’t touch you any manner! All he was worried about was getting you into the Harbor’s (rehab facility) and getting you off the percocet! I said …WELCOME TO MY WORLD!


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Oh, I was diagnosed with chronic dry eye about 5 years ago. My eyes drive me nits! Sometimes they just start burning and burning and the more watery they get… the more they burn! It feels like my tears are burning my eyes! This comes and goes. No rhyme or reason.

I think this may be pertinent to list…

When I was pregnant the 2 time wit