The four walls seem to be getting smaller and that is hard to do when the apartment is only 22 ft. by 17ft a shoebox can only get so small! The world seems smaller anyway when you have wheels under your ass so I used to do every adaptive sport I could find. That all ended in February when a hack surgeon called dr jobin drilled 5 holes in my shoulder and forgot to close one of them when he was finished.
Yes supposedly New York’s best orthopedic surgeon forgot to suture me closed when he was finished and his response was “oh I did didn’t I, my bad” at least you didn’t get anything nasty from my mistake.
So with all the talk about doctors turning their prescription pads into cash machines and the media intimating it only happens in poor neighborhoods the head of Columbia docs sent me home with a ten day supply of each of the following
Then of course he said all of these individually will either give me constipation or Diahorea so there were ten other pils to counter those disgusting conditions.
All in all almost 2 dozen different pills and he kept refilling them for two months, then when you’re having the worst day of your life and you have one day worth of pain pills left and without notice he cuts me off after two months of giving out scripts legally and morally restricted to ten days max then he decides to make me go cold turkey? Is that a gate closing after a horse has bolted I hear?
So now over three months after the surgery, coincidentally the timeline in which he said all would be well and all pain would be a thing of the past, my left arm the one he drilled in has limited movement and has gone back to having similar levels of pain as experienced shortly after surgery. The doctors response is not to call me in for a checkup, no that would be ethical it’s to tell me “everyone’s different just wait”
So one month away from retiring to a small acreage on a mountain top in new Mexico where every day requires two good arms to wrangle large beasts and dig gardens and build fences for acres I can’t lift a coffee cup, but even worse 48 hours from steering a dodge power Ram 50 with a 2 inch lift almost two and a half thousand miles I still can’t lift the coffee cup?
So Mr Jobin, so called MD the surgery you told me would make me “better than at birth” better than six months before the injury” has left me a one armed gimp.
So the tens of thousands you recovered for fucking up my arm I hope makes you happy putz, because You at this point have not only left my wife to manage a disabled spouse in a manual wheelchair now you have left her having to push the chair because with one arm you can only spin it in circles!