It's been a while since I wrote about my health, here on Life with Lynnie (LwL). So, I decided to do that, today.
In case you're not aware, I've had trouble healing after having two (2) surgeries in the last eight (8) months. In fact, after my incision finally healed a few weeks ago, I began leaking fluid and blood. Not through a hole or my incision. This time, through my skin. :(
Instead of having the same nurse I had in the past, the company she works for has been sending out various nurses. At first, I was told it was due to the fact that she was on vacation.
But recently, I found out that she is in fact back from her holiday. However, the co-ordinator managing my services for the nursing company, refused to allow me to utilize my previous nurse' services, this time.
This may not sound important to you, but it is to me. After all, if I don't have a regular nurse attending to my wound, cleaning it and redressing it, then it is difficult for anyone to know if it is improving or getting worse.
Going back to Sunday, April 21st, the nurse I had that day, is one that I didn't recall meeting, previous to that day. (Just so you know, since then the nursing company has sent this same nurse to do my bandage care, a couple more times; last week.)
After cleaning and dressing my wound, she let me know that if I needed medical care the following day, I should call the office. She told me this, because she thought I would indeed need the care.
And, I did. I was leaking so much fluid and blood that the dressing was completely drenched.
I thanked God for the Tegaderm (plastic-like product that covers the dressing, so I can shower). If I hadn't had it, I would have been leaking everywhere I went.
When I called the nursing company as the nurse had suggested, the co-ordinator refused to send a nurse out. Instead, she got upset with me during our telephone conversation, and hung up on me.
I called the woman in charge of my case, at the government agency that is responsible for every patient's care. Unfortunately, I couldn't reach my case worker, there.
That meant that I had no one attend me, to change the thoroughly soaked bandage and clean the wound.
On Tuesday, the following day, a nurse attended me. She doubled up on my dressing, since I was leaking more.
Once I finally reached our government agency I was told that even some nurses and I felt I needed daily care still, it wasn't being granted to me.
Our government agency worker handling my case, let me know that they felt I had received too much care, already. And, she complained about the cost of sending nurses to me. Even if I needed the care.
To be honest, I found that very upsetting. After all, I did not set up our socialized medical system, here in the province of Ontario, Canada.
And, the bottom line is this: this government agency doesn't pay for my care. The government does.
Who is the government? Us! We, the taxpayers.
Yes, I was upset. I will even say that I felt angry. After all, I do not have control over my physical condition, and healing. Or, lack thereof.
I was reminded of Ephesians 4:26, "Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath:"
When I got off the phone, I prayed. And, forgave those who were not caring about my need.
Did this mean that I was no longer in need of nursing care?
Absolutely not. I still needed it. Even if I wasn't receiving the care, as often as I needed it.
For me, the unfortunate part of this situation of not being in control of my own healthcare will remain this way, until God decides to provide me with full, restorative healing. For this, I am trusting my Great Physician, for whom all things are possible.
Until next time...
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