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July 15, 2009



I am so sorry! That is awful of your husband, and so awful of the hospital! If you're hurting like that, you can eat but you can't exactly exercise! And if you can't afford health insurance, you damn sure can't afford bariatric surgery, even if it didn't have side effects! I really am sorry. I want you to know you're heard. I don't have anything else. *hugs gently*

I hope you feel better tonight.


How on earth can an emergency room turn you away to go elsewhere? That's so unkind and NOT what they were trained to do!

I wish I could help you honey, I really do. ((((((HUGS!)))))

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The emergency personnel began treating me initially (in between watching the final four basketball tournament on TV). I was the only patient there, BTW – so it’s not like they were overburdened with a plethora of people. After several hours of waiting for blood test results - the doctor in charge came into my room, closed the door behind him, and proceeded to tell me what he thought: he said as far as he was concerned - no hospitalization or further tests were warranted. Matter of fact – he had put a stop to what tests were already in progress. When I attempted to question this, and tell him what my own physician had requested for me (x-rays, ultrasound, MRI – the works) – I was told that HE and he alone was the doctor. He also said that my internist was only a Physicians Assistant and didn’t know shit from Shinola. When I asked if any x-rays were to be taken of my hip as regards my fall (I’d had a really bad fall on my back porch a couple of weeks earlier so I was in a wheelchair) – the doctor said, and I quote, “bones mend”. He then said I should go find a facility better equipped to deal with fat people (he used the phrases ‘my kind’ and ‘bariatric facility’). He then ordered my IV removed, and discharged me forthwith. Oh – he did recommend a gastroenterologist, saying the doctor he recommended was the only one he could find who would agree to even touch me.

I left humiliated, in tears, in pain, depressed and frankly a tad suicidal. I have been mired in depression ever since – barely able to make myself move or think. My pain has worsened, my mobility has decreased, my life has become a nightmare. I am currently actively trying to find somewhere that will treat my illnesses – but it’s not easy. There are such facilities in the US (not many) – but they are expensive, and not easily accessible from where I live. Wherever I find must not only take our limited insurance (how I’ll pay for the balance I’ve no earthly idea) – but also within driving range. I can no longer fly. American based airlines are now reserving the right to outright refuse tickets to overweight passengers – even if they buy double tickets for two seats (it happened recently at a nearby airport). My friends - I don’t think I could handle being wheeled up to a plane (I’m now completely wheelchair bound) only to be told there was no room at the inn. No. No matter how you look at it – I’m fucked. American health care is the worst unless you are rich and can afford concierge doctors. So say a prayer or two. I really need the positive energy.


This is a matter of discrimination. It's the obligation of the hospital to help you..not just on a professional level but a moral level...I will pray for you too.


Dammit I wish you lived up here honey, I'm most definitely praying for you. (((((HUGS))))

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