What do you do?

I'm writing this blog in desperate need of help. I'm quite aware that hardly anyone reads this, and for those of you that do, Thank you. It would mean a great deal if you could just post a little comment at the end so i know who my audience is.

Question: What do you do when you need to go to emergency at your local hospital (the Alfred) but you know you are automatically going to be in for a 4-6 hour wait because your a 'chronic pain' patient, yet you cant afford the $500 odd dollars to go to your private hospital because they will charge you this much just to be seen, medicated and most likely be sent on your way just in Emergency?

Answer: You take as many medications as you can in a specific time limit, and monitor at home. Or as I like to phrase it.... you suffer until your so medicated you give up.

You see I was supposed to be admitted to hospital on last Sunday. I rang my surgeon on his mobile, told him I could no longer cope with the pain by myself. He said he would arrange for me to be admitted at the private hospital. This is all fine you see. He rang the people who arrange your admission; they call you and get it all organised. Now because I was coming in for pain management and to find out why I was in so much pain, it was difficult to see if my health insurance would cover it. Between the admin staff and nurses, my mum and I decided it was best if I was admitted the next morning as we could confirm with the health insurance company that I would not be $7500 out of pocket instead of $500. This was all fine, I was happy with this arrangement. We rang Monday morning only to find out my surgeon, had not filled in or signed any paperwork which meant the nurses could not administer me medications etc. As I was getting more annoyed we were told that he was away that day and could not be contacted. Since then I have not heard from him. I have not been admitted to hospital. I have put up with the ever increasing pain. I am slowly getting more depressed about my situation and how to cope with it all (again).

Almost two years ago after my second hip operation and $50,000 odd out of my parents pocket I signed up for private health insurance. $35 each fortnight is direct debited out of my bank account for basic+ (plus) health insurance. this means for each calendar year I get unlimited hospital cover (including doctors fees, surgery and anaesthesia fees etc) for a once off payment of $500 (or 2x$250 depending on your choices when signing up...), ambulance cover and a range of extras cover such as dental, optical, physio etc. This hospital cover was extremely handy when I had my 3rd surgery. However if you arrive at a private hospital emergency room you are not covered for any scans or treatment you receive in the ED. For Epworth hospital this out of pocket charges is also around $500. As a student with no job, because I'm unemployable as I'm a liability and also a full time student and who has a mother living on an allocated pension, neither I nor her can afford this.

Right now I'm in 10/10 pain, and I've taken all the possible combinations of pain medication that I can take without overdosing and can’t do anything further than wait it out, and wait for it to pass. I can’t afford private emergency department costs and I don’t have the energy to wait or to be pushed aside and wait in a corridor in a public hospital.

(my bedside table as current, no 22 year old should have to live like this.)

You see, I have a big issue with the Victorian public health system because I spent from November 2007 through till august 2008 going in and out of hospitals because I was in severe pain, of which I knew something was wrong. Straight away they shoved me into the chronic pain patient list of which I have remained on ever since and continue to be treated as such. 'Chronic pain is classified as having constant pain for a period of more than three months' of which I had yes, had pain for various reasons in the past but there was a fairly good reason for that pain and that was because I had shredded the cartilage in my hip. SO for a good 10 months I was in and out of hospitals being poked and prodded, scanned and radiated and nobody could find the reason why I was in pain. The doctors even sent me to a rehabilitation hospital of which I went berserk at their reasoning for it (which was I needed to stregthen my core which in turn help with my hip pain), by saying 'You cant rehabilitate something that you don't know what's wrong or what's affected!!!'

I eventually proved this theory right because after 2 and a half weeks of physio twice a day, psychological assessments, I eventually told the doctors they were stupid for not realizing this and it was a waste of a bed that someone ACTUALLY needed.

Eventually months down the track and one too many doctors seen, I had my original surgeon do a specific test which showed I had boney growths growing inside the cartilage, giving a bone on bone feel, and also a severe build up of scar tissue (over a handful which was later removed)which was inhabilitating movement. If only they had trusted me when I told them something was wrong 10 months earlier, we could have saved a lot of taxpayers moneys, time, effort and my mental health. They also realised the pins they had inserted into my femur a little over a year beforehand were beginning to become infected. Surgery fixed me right up and for almost a year, life began to return to normal. Until now.

That's right I can tell you where you where the best nurses are, which Melbourne hospital has the best food, right down to the who the nicest people are that take you places within the hospitals (sorry I cant think of the job name...transporters?? you know who im talking about)

- Im hurting (in the heart and in my arse,leg and groin)

- im dissapointed in my surgeon

- im so worried that this new scenerio will have an outcome like last years, that it brings tears to my eyes.

What on earth did i do to deserve this? I know there is people out in the world much worse off than me. They suffer just trying to survive, but right now im having a 'why me' moment. And I think I deserve to have that moment, and think of how I might survive?

As im on crutches at the moment, im completly dependant on my mother, and she had already planned a 10 day holiday of which she leaves for tomorrow night. How the hell am i going survive that time by myself? Dont get me wrong, im glad she's going, she needs a break and I've got wonderful neighbours and i know if i need them to do something, they will, but what about in the middle of the night if something happens? what about during the day when everyones at school or work. I feel like i should be in my late 80's and frail... I still have to figure out how im going to get to Uni next week to do a presentation worth 60% on thursday. FML right now, FML.

Thanks for listening. You've made me feel much better and the pain is down to about 8/10.

Signing out,

Jen xo

Hospital. to stay? or to go?

NOTE: this blog has one MA15+ word in it. If you are my neighbor or someone I know well, I apologize in advance. I also apologize this particular blog doesn't contain much wit. Sorry

Hi all,
I've been meaning to blog again this week, but need to get into the habit I think of updating this just as I do twitter or facebook (well not AS regularly but I assume you get my drift).
So this week in my life, my pain has worsened. As well as pain in my leg, the pain has moved into my groin [which is like a neon sign saying something is wrong], it is around where the femoral artery sits along the hip line (you know the line in between your hips and your legs) and unfortunately and MA15+ rated along the soft tissue on the left side of the vagina.
I apologize for being a bit graphic but that's just how awkward this pain is. I feel like the last two weeks have blended together due to pain medication and constant changing of ice packs and of course sleep. Welcome to the life of a pain patient.
Highlight of last week however was a day trip to uni in Bendigo to hand in an assignment and do an oral presentation. I won’t go into much details except I was heavily medicated for my part of the group presentation and I slurred my way through. FML. The real highlight was that I got to see my friends, and they made me laugh.
On the weekend I had my MRI scan. I was in the machine for over an hour, which is extremely pain full particularly as you can’t move and you are having constant leg spasms. I also found out later I was supposed to have an injection of some sort of dye, which I didn’t get. Anyway I ended up having to contact my surgeon on the weekend saying I needed hospital help. 'I'm at the end of my tether with this current pain'. [NOTE to Surgeons: never ring patients from your mobile without blocking your number. otherwise they can contact you whenever they need (luckily for me he didn't block his number)] He organized for me to be admitted into the hospital, and very quickly I received a call from admissions confirming info etc, then the nurse manager called, and we all decided that it would be best for me to come in on Monday morning [today] as then I could confirm with my health insurance that I am covered. --> Mum got a phone call this morning saying the doctor hadn’t signed ANY paperwork, had provided no information about my medications etc, and was unable to be contacted today. The nurse recommended I stay at home where I have control of my medication and that if I had come in they would not be able to give me a pain relief as the doc hadn’t signed of given any info. Fantastic. That pretty much why I was going in there in the first place. Pain control and to find out why im in so much pain!

Now i'm stuck in a confusing mindset of if I go? - I will lose control of when and what I self medicate with. If I don’t go, will I be in the same place I am in now. I find i'm always stuck with the same thought when I need to go to hospital. Whats the point of it all? Can they help?

Signing out,

Jen xo