A few months ago, I swung by my friendly physician for some chronic concussion headaches I still had from a bike crash last year. He quickly saw a standing pulse rate of 35, freaked out and handed me off to a great cardio Nurse Practitioner who took the time to accurately evaluate and explain my situation. She gave me an EKG and three days and $80,000 later a phantom super surgeon gave me a Pacemaker. I asked why. They said my heart ‘wore out’.
The headaches remained however and so I saw a very funny,
local PhD – Physical Therapist and she tested my eyesight and balance and found
I couldn’t see Shine-Ola. I had Exercised
Induced Dysautonomia, caused by multiple concussions from my carelessly active
lifestyle. It’s on the internet. It can affect heart, head, sight, balance, emotions,
and mental health. A local Neurologist woman
urged me to rest when tired; physically, mentally, and emotionally. The good news is that they can stimulate my
infant brain with PT, and it might get reborn.
Then I was playing in a Pickle Ball tournament in Arizona when my Achilles snapped like a piano string. I knew what it was before I hit the ground. After a quick erroneous diagnose at a doc-in-the-box, I got a second opinion and had repair surgery by a strange doctor in a strange hospital. I asked him why it snapped and he said it ‘wore out’.
My insurance company refused to cover much of the cost until
I told them that I was not ‘vacationing’ in Arizona but was ‘living’ there temporarily. Semantics, but it made a $60,000 difference. Words matter. I started slow PT in Arizona but
it was a month before they let me get out to swim and ride a bike, for fear of
falling. In aging Arizona I was an
athlete, a superstar, a stud pushing the limits. Back In Olympic Park City I am just another
worn out, old local schmuck puttering at PT. It’s all relative.
A month later I got my Covid shot in a parking lot and my old
rotator shoulder injuries flared up with pain and limited range of motion. Three local trophy-docs, at our oak and brass
hospital, took a quick look and recommend more tests or perhaps reverse shoulder
replacement. A Neurologist healer lady,
in a strip mall in Murry, did her research and spent 2 hours with me and
figured it out. It turns out a bad
vaccine shot, high and deep, can flare up an old shoulder injury. It’s a thing
- SIRVA. With a little PT and some steroids,
it might heal in a year or two. It’s
worn out.
The moral of this sad story is that the practice of medicine
is not what it was. Unfortunately, we no
longer have a personal relationship with our physician. Regrettably, doctors are rushed and hassled
by administrators, insurance companies and lawyers. They don’t have the time to look you in the
eye and talk or touch you much more than they touch their computers. You must be your own advocate, do your own
research and manage your own care and finances.
Trust but verify.