[YoucancallmeFlower]

Hi everyone;
I seem to have completely run out of patience and trust with the medical community and I don't know if this is fixable. Have an MRI
Scheduled today but there is no way. Shoot me full of contrasting
poison, then put me into a metal tube that sounds like an earthquake.
I don't think so. This is the same hospital that prescribed a class two
narcotic for my DID. My alters went on holiday! Chaos ensued. They did
not catch it for two years. (I am trying to omit the darkest details).
Finally got a doc that changed all my meds, saved my life and told me
to stop drinking. So the gang can't come out and I haven't lost any time
or discovered any strange journal entries in sixteen months.
I have only been out of the hospital for four weeks. Three heart attacks,
four stents and twelve days hooked up to five I Vs. They hurt me so
much. This same hospital has abused, neglected, misdiagnosed and
tried experimental drugs on me. My T is not knowledgeable about my
disorder. And the pharmacy gave me two kinds of blood thinners. They
just keep trying to kill me and by now I'm terrified to even walk in the
place. Running out of meds but afraid to go get refills.
And I can't go anywhere else. It's a military hospital.
Even though my bad alter can't come out, I know she is aware and I am
afraid the next time someone hurts me or does something incredibly
stupid, she will try to hurt them back.
Not sure how to handle this, since I am basically on my own. I've been
doing really well the past sixteen months but this feels like a set back.
There is no one else I can talk to about this but thought some of you
might understand. The stress is too much. Thanks for listening.
Flower

[TrailRunner14]

Originally Posted by YoucancallmeFlower

Hi everyone;

I seem to have completely run out of patience and trust with the medical community and I don't know if this is fixable. Have an MRI

Scheduled today but there is no way. Shoot me full of contrasting

poison, then put me into a metal tube that sounds like an earthquake.

I don't think so. This is the same hospital that prescribed a class two

narcotic for my DID. My alters went on holiday! Chaos ensued. They did

not catch it for two years. (I am trying to omit the darkest details).

Finally got a doc that changed all my meds, saved my life and told me

to stop drinking. So the gang can't come out and I haven't lost any time

or discovered any strange journal entries in sixteen months.

I have only been out of the hospital for four weeks. Three heart attacks,

four stents and twelve days hooked up to five I Vs. They hurt me so

much. This same hospital has abused, neglected, misdiagnosed and

tried experimental drugs on me. My T is not knowledgeable about my

disorder. And the pharmacy gave me two kinds of blood thinners. They

just keep trying to kill me and by now I'm terrified to even walk in the

place. Running out of meds but afraid to go get refills.

And I can't go anywhere else. It's a military hospital.

Even though my bad alter can't come out, I know she is aware and I am

afraid the next time someone hurts me or does something incredibly

stupid, she will try to hurt them back.

Not sure how to handle this, since I am basically on my own. I've been

doing really well the past sixteen months but this feels like a set back.

There is no one else I can talk to about this but thought some of you

might understand. The stress is too much. Thanks for listening.

Flower

God bless you!! My heart is so sad to hear what you are going through.

I do not have any word to offer, other than to say that I pray you find answers and relief.

[dlantern]

Pins, stickers, campaigns time to allow the moniker of being proper multiple go in situations like this. Seek out advise from a lawyers, also go far away isn't anything wrong with that. I think there are alters in there that enjoy travel unsure of what to do in situations like this it might help the solution you are seeking.

[YoucancallmeFlower]

Thank you for understanding. Malpractice has been suggested, but I can't deal with the mental or physical stress. And I'm 66.
I have found an online company to sell my art and my jewelry. So I
will be able to move if I can be patient and diligent. And I do have a
lot of blessings to be thankful for.
Sorry to be such a bummer-not my usual M.O. Haven't been eating or
sleeping right so it's time to get serious about self care.
And talking about it here really helps.

Ain’t got no advice but (((hugggs))).

Do what you can do.

Any semblance of a normal person has gone out the window long ago here. But hey, we tried and we all got to answer to the same maker based on our dish....we did our best...that counts.