Doctors
The endoscope has been done, mum can go to ER and be transferred to the gastroenterology ward for follow up and treatment. It's the quickest way to be provided with professional medical care. She really has been waiting and putting it off for far too long. But she does not want to go.
She wants a "good" doctor. How it works here is there are a number of specialists in each department, and the patient can choose which one s/he wants to be seen and treated by. So it is understandable people want to have the "best". I asked the head nurse at the gastroenterology ward who she she can recommend and made and appointment for today, but mum does not want to go. The doctor is not of "professor grade".
"Are professor grade doctors supposed to be better people? Are they supposed to care more about patients?" I am very frustrated. So much waiting, and mum could already be in hospital to receive treatment for whatever is causing her to vomit so much, but she wants to find a better doctor. A doctor who comes recommended.
I woke up this morning and had to rush out to go to the chanting session. Mum sat there in the living room and asked me to call her neurologist to see if he can recommend a "good doctor". "Can you not do it yourself? Why must I do everything?"
I know it's not nice to say that, but I really have become so very tired of having to do everything single thing. I found her a doctor which comes recommended, but she does not want it. She wants a doctor that is recommended by someone she knows, in this case her neurologist. So she can call her neurologist herself and speak to him personally, why is that so difficult?
This really has been bothering me for a while. Even when my brother was around, mum asks me to do simple tasks like fill the water kettle. Such simple things my brother can be asked to do while he was here, and yet I am the one who has to do everything...
I am just so tired and so frustrated of waiting and watching mum vomit again and again. It is driving me to extreme levels of sadness and desperation, and pushing my patience to extremes.
The endoscope has been done, mum can go to ER and be transferred to the gastroenterology ward for follow up and treatment. It's the quickest way to be provided with professional medical care. She really has been waiting and putting it off for far too long. But she does not want to go.
She wants a "good" doctor. How it works here is there are a number of specialists in each department, and the patient can choose which one s/he wants to be seen and treated by. So it is understandable people want to have the "best". I asked the head nurse at the gastroenterology ward who she she can recommend and made and appointment for today, but mum does not want to go. The doctor is not of "professor grade".
"Are professor grade doctors supposed to be better people? Are they supposed to care more about patients?" I am very frustrated. So much waiting, and mum could already be in hospital to receive treatment for whatever is causing her to vomit so much, but she wants to find a better doctor. A doctor who comes recommended.
I woke up this morning and had to rush out to go to the chanting session. Mum sat there in the living room and asked me to call her neurologist to see if he can recommend a "good doctor". "Can you not do it yourself? Why must I do everything?"
I know it's not nice to say that, but I really have become so very tired of having to do everything single thing. I found her a doctor which comes recommended, but she does not want it. She wants a doctor that is recommended by someone she knows, in this case her neurologist. So she can call her neurologist herself and speak to him personally, why is that so difficult?
This really has been bothering me for a while. Even when my brother was around, mum asks me to do simple tasks like fill the water kettle. Such simple things my brother can be asked to do while he was here, and yet I am the one who has to do everything...
I am just so tired and so frustrated of waiting and watching mum vomit again and again. It is driving me to extreme levels of sadness and desperation, and pushing my patience to extremes.
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