Do Doctors, These Days, Ever Listen?

I read, recently (sorry, no source** as I didn’t need to keep the info at the time – only just made a connection), that mercury is used in killed-virus vaccine preparation to kill the virus. Just one tiny snag – it doesn’t.

**It’s somewhere in the wilderness of mercola.com but I can’t find it again.

And that’s the connection that’s just clicked in my head, along with the fact that the flu vaccine has always given me flu. I’ve reported this to my GP numerous times, only to be rebuffed with “It can’t, the virus is dead!”. Well, sunshine, it appears it’s not as dead as you thought it was!

So, again this year, for this reason and several others which I’ve covered here in boring detail, I shall not be having the flu vaccine.

On a potentially more serious note, my GP has, yet again, prescribed the antibiotic Flucloxacillin (Fluc , hereafter), for my leg infection, despite the fact that he has done so more times than I can remember in the past few months, and it Simply Does Not Work.

The problem is that the hospital cultures a swab of the crap oozing from my leg, the results say try Fluc, and in a split second that result is carved in stone. What should happen is that he should go back to the Microbiology Lab, today, and say “Hey, guys, we’ve been here too often, it clearly doesn’t get the job done, what else have you got?”.

He used to be willing to do that – he refuses to now, insisting that I take the Fluc, but why should I take a potentially toxic drug that is of no benefit? It’s insane and actually puts my life in danger from septicaemia.

Fluc, I’m told, is related to Amoxicillin, which I’m currently taking from my own supply after another drug, prescribed by the same GP, Clarithromycin, damned near killed me over the weekend – major side effects include paranoia, hallucinations, and depression which, between them, almost drove me to kill myself.

I’ve been rather prone to suicidal ideation for some months – hardly surprising, the way I’ve been treated by doctors and how hard it’s been, and still is, to get effective analgesia – but I’ve never come closer than last weekend. And the drug can remain in the body for months, apparently, and continues to cause problems, which it’s doing in my case – when I get overtired the idea that I could easily end my suffering becomes immensely attractive. Luckily it’s also still scary enough to deter me. If that balance shifts away from scary, I’m screwed.

The PIL cunningly avoids mentioning depression by listing all the component parts separately – still adds up to depression for anyone familiar with it! Does the same with paranoia too. Trust me, this is a dreadful drug http://www.drugs.com/sfx/clarithromycin-side-effects.html and even though my life allegedly depended on it** I dumped it.

**Clarithromycin was prescribed after I was told  I would die of septicaemia unless I agreed to go into hospital more or less immediately. I refused, because I have a  vascular appointment on the 14th which I simply can’t afford to miss (I missed the last one when I was dragged out of here, unconscious and with a temp of 41C on August 27, and hauled off to Arrowe Park), but is this a good drug to inflict on someone you’ve just told is likely to die? From Drugs.com :-

Psychiatric side effects have included anxiety, behavioural changes, confessional states, depersonalization, disorientation, hallucinations, insomnia, depression, manic behaviour, nightmares, and psychosis during postmarketing experience. These effects usually resolved after discontinuation of Clarithromycin.

(End)

Anyway, having survived – and goddamn, but it was a close-run thing – I switched to Amoxicillin and have improved dramatically since Sunday. I am not, for anybody, and certainly not for someone who won’t fucking listen to me, going to give up that improvement to switch to Fluc, which I know from past experience will at best do nothing and, right now, might well cause me to relapse. I won’t risk that.

Hell, I daren’t risk that – a relapse could so very easily mean septicaemia. I still think my GP was motivated by the thought of getting an expensive patient off the books for a while and, hey, if he really got lucky, I actually would die and solve his problems, but the nurses, too, are concerned about the septicaemia risk, so I have to accept that it’s real.

And that’s what I don’t understand. On Friday my GP was telling me that unless I was immediately hospitalised I would probably succumb to septicaemia and die, but is now prepared to put me at risk by insisting that I take a drug which so far has failed to benefit me in any way whatsoever, a fact which has been reported and should be in my records.

Why would he do that? I can guess – and I really don’t like the inevitable conclusion that leads to.

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7 thoughts on “Do Doctors, These Days, Ever Listen?

  1. Ron, don’t take the Fluc, keep on with your own supply and let the specialist know at the
    appointment on the 14th.
    Your GP’s surgery ought to be shut down due to the way they are treating you and are not listening to you about anything! How many others are being treated in the same way?
    For the sake of yourself you must complain about them – and especially let the specialist know. Also, ask for a referral to the pain management team at the hospital as I’m pretty sure the specialist will see the need for it and may refer you for other things as well.
    Ok, the pain management team is for helping with the pain but the specialist is the one who has to say which antibiotics and other drugs that you need. He may even say that you have to go in to hospital to have work done or he may suggest the amputation, if he thinks you are fit enough for it.
    Whatever the specialist prescribes drug wise, and the same with the pain management team, the GP has to give you, expensive or not!
    Not too long now before the appointment – hang on in there!
    Jay x

    • Hi Jay,

      First para: I’m not, and I’m going to.

      Also told my GP that my Amoxicillin is the only thing that works, but it’s for my COPD, not this crap. Will he prescribe it instead of Fluc? No!

      I don’t mind if the vascular guy wants me in hospital – at least I’ll be in the right unit, and my leg is actually improving with my antibiotics and with potassium permanganate soaks. I’ve been telling them I needed the soaks for weeks, but they said I couldn’t have any more – they have a bee in their bonnet that if I have them for more than 7 days, all the skin will peel off my legs! Complete garbage of course – the real reason is that it’s time consuming! And it’s the prescribing doctor who sets the time-scale. But, when my appointment began to get close, suddenly I could have the soaks again, and for two weeks!

      I don’t know if the nurses are idiots (honest opinion, yes, to a degree), or if they think I am, but they can see me every day, sitting here in a nest of computers, with access to a whole world of information, yet they still try to bullshit me! The GPs too. Do they seriously think I’m not going to checkout anything I don’t already know?

      There are so many people treating me like a half-wit, I’m starting to think it’s an age thing – an assumption that an old bloke must be a bit slow. Big mistake. I might sometimes sound a bit compromised – that’s because I have trouble breathing, not trouble thinking! And if any of you numpties are reading this on the quiet, you’d do well to bear that in mind.

      Sorry, Jay – rant over!

      Ron.

  2. Hi Ron – so you got your bag packed then…as you say, just in case. This past week has been a real low trough – let’s hope you can hang out until 14th (another day nearer :)) Are yopu hoping that the vascular consultant will take one look at you and have you in ?
    You know, it’s amazing isn’t it…. amoxicillin is pretty much a first-line-all-purpose (probably cheap) anti biotic and yet your GP is continuing to prescribe something that’s having no effect whatever. I hope your ‘supplier’ is reliable! Keep taking the tablets.

    • Fluc is even cheaper than Amoxicillin, hence the obsession with it. I buy my drugs from the Pacific island state of Vanuatu (not as easy as it used to be – the Brit government disapproves, of course). Still doable though and as long as it is, legal or not (still is for now), I’ll continue to buy – good service, and good people too. Being able to manage my COPD this way (aggressively, according to the GOLD guidelines http://www.goldcopd.com/ ), is the main reason, I’m certain, that on Saturday I’ll hit 69, something no-one, not even me, expected.

      Prior to 2004 I’d have a COPD crisis every 4-6 weeks, but NICE got paranoid about antibiotics and it was impossible to get enough, and then only after a sputum test, which meant I spent a week getting worse just to get a week’s worth of drug. So I started buying my own and my respiratory health, apart from the occasional bout of pneumonia, has never been better. I’ve needed my GP more in the past 6 months than I have in the last 10 years, and yet he objects to coming out, and to the cost, with no thought to what I’ve saved him. Prick.

      Anyway, whatever the vascular guy wants I’ll go along with – at this point I’ve no alternative.

  3. Congrats for Saturday, another day nearer to monday which hopefully will be the say One Consultant uses logic. listens & acts appropriately.

    Looking forward to positive reports next week from the Cardio ward xxxx

    • Good luck with the Cardio Ward. I’m assuming it’s you, cos it’s not me . . .

      I’m going to try very hard to be a typical patient on Monday (i.e. ill-informed and dumb as a stump!), and let him make all the running. Then, if it all goes belly up, I’ll know it’s nothing to do with anything I’ve said or done. I mean, I already know that – this would prove it.

      • Ooops sorry forgive my blunder (it’s not me but I am a little obsessed with Cardio at the minute) still hoping your Consultant DOES get it correct xxx

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