Chronicles of Chaos

Chronicles of an existence... Perfect Order within the Chaos.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

Clutching onto the last vestiges of life with... a referral letter?!

Another medical episode this month, first of the year.

GP was trying so hard to get me to go back to my private specialist that in the end, he came up with a new plan. Write me a referral letter for emergency KK check-in.

He's dead worried that I might bleed out if I don't get to the specialist and get my medical thing sorted out. He says when I sleep, I could have profuse bleeding, thereby resulting in a drop in blood pressure and I could just die in my sleep.

Sure, it sounds serious, but I ain't that worried about it. I've got a knife-happy specialist and the only diagnosis if I do go to him is another procedure. I tried waiting it out before and everything resolved itself in slightly over a week. Sure, I was weakened by the entire episode but hell, I didn't have to undergo another GA (of which I've already undergone 3 in this lifetime) and another day procedure.

Instead, I choose to focus on how a referral letter might help me if the above scenario does pan out and I'm dead. Look, if I bleed out, I bleed out and die in my sleep. Someone should congratulate me on having a painless and excellent exit if I had to choose one at all, with the words 'Excellent Exit Strategy' on my epitaph.

So... I figure, perhaps Dr thinks I might be clutching onto the last vestiges of life together with this referral letter, so in case the medial board comes a-fault finding, he could let the letter speak for itself. In my mind (granted, with a little blood-loss factored in), were I in sure dire straits in the middle of the night, I'm pretty sure NO emergency room is gonna tell me to take a number and wait my turn. I would be a priority in almost any emergency room around the world (Hello?! Blood loss! Low blood pressure! Can't find a pulse! Last few breaths! Lemme thru already), except... perhaps... in a galaxy where they can revive the dead at any point in time (Urgh! Scratch that... I don't wanna live in zombie land, you can't take baths without an appendage or two dropping off)

Oh I dunno... c'mon! Smile a little with me, even if this is a morose kinda humour. Life is never that tragic that you can't crack a joke and see the lighter side of things. If my time's up, it's up, but persistent as I am, I believe my time's NOT up just yet. I got things to do still... people to meet, places to see.