Hospitals. Nurses. Doctors. Wellnes.

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My daughter, Koby, is in the hospital for the 2nd time. Before she went in the first time, she was doctor shopping. A fellow whom she didn't like that she saw last in her doctor shopping expidition was listed as her doctor during her emergency admittance. But she liked the emergency fellow because he knew just by touching her toes what was wrong; and, he listened to what she had to say, he didn't cut her off in mid-sentence and he wasn't over-bearing. She explained that the fellow on her file is not her doctor. But, he came in anyway and released her from the hospital with no pain killers. The nurses on duty were most concerned and gave her different kinds of pills saying what they were for, nausea, cramps. But no pain killers.

We brought her home in the late afternoon. By six oclock her pain started. We called an ambulance to take her back to the hospital. Anyhow, both doctors had some kind of fight over her and now she has a different doctor altogether. I suppose this is their organizations way to settle doctor disputes over patients. Up this way doctors don't believe that we have a right to choose who we keep to be our doctor. They're learning though. She's meeting the new fellow today. And if he doesn't treat her respectfully, she'll change doctors again.

The emergency fellow ran his finger over her middle toe then on the side of her knee cap. He said "You can't feel that can you?" She explained that her toes have been numb for awhile, but just realized that her kneecap was numb too. He then told her that a disk is badly herniated with a sciatic nerve caught in the collapsed section, shooting pain down her leg to her toes. Don't you just hate watching your kids in pain? She was in agony. I felt useless. Nothing I did relieved her pain. I gently massaged her thigh muscle that looked like it had dislodged from her tendons forming a tight hard cramped up ball; I very gently massaged her calf where her muscle felt like a steel rope. The pain made her face look different.

Back at the hospital now, she's on morphine every 2 hours and in-between they're giving her demerol. They also are giving her something to stop her from throwing up, which is her body's normal reaction to pain. She ate a couple of spoonfuls today and for the first time in 3 days kept it down so that's a real good sign. It means the pain is under control and from there her body can start repairs. It's going to be at least a month before she'll be home again. Of course she wants to come home. The hospital wouldn't be so harsh I guess if she weren't in a room of three older women all of whom are dying from different forms of cancer: bone, brain, liver. Poor dears.

Now that she can stomach nutrients, I've been giving her glyconutrients to help her healing along. They're the newest medical science discovery of our century that facilitate cell-to-cell communication. Our cells send messages to each other. It does make sense, don't you agree? Besides that, doctors are now being taught that our body is our own best healer. Now that really makes sense, doesn't it? Certainly our cells are in charge of every aspect of our body. Healthy cells create healthy systems that create a healthy body. I'm giving her this, so that she won't need an operation. I got started on glyconutrients myself when I had accute bronchial pnemonia. I recovered in 2 days.

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