All professional, doctor/patient pretense had officially been thrown out the window. I had embarrassed her in front of her colleagues, so let's just say that she was "less than happy" with me. If she thought I felt bad about it, then she was wrong. I didn't care a bit that her ego had been damaged. I just wanted someone to help my son, and I felt like she was standing in the way of my son getting the help he needed.
She did the examination. Then she said that she still thought that we should go ahead with her original medication plan. She must have been crazy if she thought I was going to trust her on this one. At this point, I wouldn't have trusted her if she had told me the world was round. I had lost all respect and trust in her, so I demanded that she call the attending physician. I wanted to talk to him directly about the situation, NOW! She was extremely reluctant to call him. I reminded her that she had been relaying messages about Christopher to him all day long. Why was there a problem calling him now? She said that he had already gone home for the day, and that he was not on call. I told her that this was his patient and ultimately his responsibility. She would call him now, or I would have my attorney call. She picked up the phone, dialed his number, and he came on the line.
We went from just Christopher, and I, and an occasional nurse or two in the isolation room to "standing room only." There was a sea of white lab coats and nurses. Things were moving now! Medications were being given and tests were being ordered. We were whisked off to x-ray to see if they could capture a picture of what was going on inside Christopher.
|I know a secret. Christopher is so cute!|
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