Bob A

I made an appointment with a Psychiatrist on Sept. 24.
My RSDS is out of control and affects my mind.
Sorry about the earlier posts and comments.

Here is a poem for all to read.

Physicians, Psychiatrists, Neurologists I‘ve seen,
Orthopedists, Anesthesiologists, and Psychologists which were keen,
Psychiatrists who made me think about life,
Therapists who wanted to ease my strife,
Some were good and some were not,
But all professed most sincerely to be,
Interested in doing what, they thought, was best for me.
Anesthesiologists seem to have one tract minds,
Block this, block that, but mental blocks are what I find,
Neurologists give meds, upon meds, upon meds,
It‘s a great guessing game. Get well or land in hospital beds!
The Psychiatrists push is for more therapy,
But when I push too hard, pain flares in my RSD!
Sometimes I think the thing that is lamest of all,
Is when doctors must deal with each other, on call...
Each has an ego the size of Manhattan,
When they‘re supposed to be colleagues not warring combatants!
They‘re a part of your team, looking out just for you,
But each one feels he‘s right and in charge of the team, too.
In the meantime you‘re waiting, feeling sick as a dog,
While they fight till one‘s stubbornness cuts through the fog,
So that they can tell you just what to do,
Even if it ends up wrong, worst that‘d happen is you‘d sue.
Worst for them, a blotch on their spotless report,
Their lawyers will defend them, "We‘ll see you in court!"
Most the time we‘re, at best, guinea pigs
Running blindly through the maze that the RSD digs.
As the doctors play trial and error, it‘s a game,
If they goof or guess wrong, their life‘s still the same.
It is we who must live with the wrong guesses they make
And it‘s our families who must carry those burdens and ache.
Do our Doctors and their families suffer for MD mistakes?
Sometimes I do wonder. Do they feel our heartaches?
Part of me says they don‘t loose any sleep,
Even when their blunders make our misery deep.
Their children don‘t feel the pain their parent made worse,
Their spouses don‘t feel anything when we scream, cry and curse.
But I have been lucky, blessed by God it would seem,
That the Doctors I see now, truly are like a dream
They listen and care to what I have to say.
And don‘t blow me off when I ask questions each day.
They patiently explain each procedure and pill,
Still sometimes we argue when we disagree
Just what we each feel‘s in the best interest for me.
I must drive them crazy with my nutty paranoia‘s
But they all seem to understand and that‘s better, oh my yes!
In short, there are good Doc‘s and bad Doctors, too,
So we must be careful about which Doc‘s we choose.
There‘s too much at stake we‘ve got too much to loose.
I pray for each person who is new to RSD
And hope they will be even luckier than me!
When picking Physicians please give it great thought,
Choose the best one you can, One who‘ll listen when you talk.