The Goddamn Miserable Summer Entry

So here's some of the shit that's been going on here. My dad had been scheduled for neurosurgery next week for spinal myopathy--his cervical vertebrae are cutting into his spine, leaving his arms and legs achy and semi-functional. The surgery may not reverse the damage but will prevent the total paralysis that will occur if it is left untreated. He was unusually tired through the spring and diagnosed with nonserious aortal stricture, but the aches and neuropathy came on very suddenly early this summer.

Yesterday the anesthesiologist called to cancel the surgery saying it's too risky due to his aortal stricture. Why this is so angering is that he's been scheduled for surgery for over a month. We knew about the aortal problems beforehand but the cardiologist said it wasn't severe and didn't need to be done yet. And I knew this was ridiculous because it's kind of important to have the heart working at top capacity for any other body system going through surgery, especially when the patient also has high blood pressure. What is further angering is none of these people talk to each other. The anesthesiologist could have contacted the cardiologist and gotten the ball rolling on scheduling the catheterization, which has to be done before rescheduling the spinal surgery, but they'll be fucked if they do that themselves. And it was Friday afternoon when they told my folks so there's no one they could call and they have to wait for Monday to get the ball rolling.

Also, did I mention, that any time before this condition is treated, if my dad has any kind of fall he could wind up paralyzed. And he's sitting there in pain with no treatments scheduled at all. His doctors told him he can't even take any pain medications because of the impending surgery, which is now canceled, but there's no one to tell him if he can take anything now.

( And it goes on and on )

edit: the osteoporosis diagnosis for my mom was last week, not night.