I Give Up

I had another appointment with Cardiac and Thoracic Surgery this morning.

After my last appointment, I was really hopeful I’d finally get some answers about what’s going on. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

The doctor I saw today checked me out, poked at me a while, and that was about it. He said he wants another CT scan in six months to make sure the big lump on my ribs and “the protrusion” that pops out when I lie down aren’t a tumor. He also said it’s my lung that herniates out when I cough, sneeze, or exhale hard — but he doesn’t know why.

No shit, bro. I don’t either. That’s why I’m fucking here.

“If at any point it gets stuck or you have an extreme amount of pain, go to the ER.”

Yeah, no problem, my guy. Thanks for the great advice — because I definitely wouldn’t have figured that part out on my own. And if my lung actually gets stuck and collapses? Well, fuck me, I guess.

Other than that, I basically got a “the pain is only a constant 3 or 4, just keep dealing with it unless it gets worse.”

All these appointments and a couple grand out of pocket for literally nothing. No solution, no progress — just “deal with it.”

Fuck it. I’m done. I give up.

Thank god for medical marijuana.