My appointment was for 10:15am, I arrived about 20 minutes early, as always.
I got out of the cab, shut the door, he pulled out from under the carport and left.
I saw my doctor pull in, I wanted to say good morning, I hadn't seen hm since the very first days of September.
He got out, walked around to the right side back seat passenger door, leash in hand, and went to get Holly, his very large black and white spotted Great Dane out.
He always puts her on a leash, but Holly must have seen something, and when she got out, she went left, to the end of the car,about 4-5 feet past it, out into the parking lot.
That's when a small truck, like a little Toyota, came screaming through the lot at about 60 mph, and nailed Holly.
The truck totally took off after, too, and with a lot of front end damage.
It hit a very large Great Dane.
Holly is so big, my nieces would think it's a pony.
It was awful.
My doc screamed, I screamed, we both ran to her.
She was very badly hurt but awake.
Her legs looked broken, how could they not be?
A huge dane got hit with the bumper and front end of a small truck.
She looked like she was having trouble breathing, she was bleeding.
She's such a sweet girl, Holly is with him every single day, she wanders in and out of patient rooms all day, has her own room in his offices with a big bed in it, toys, raw hides, all kinds of things, but she loves to come say hello to everyone.
We both ran to her, I couldn't kneel down, I can't, but my doc was on his knees at her side, I ran in for help, and came back out.
I asked him what I could do, tell me what to do I begged him.
Doc lifted her up, handed me the keys to the car, told me to get the back door open, I opened the back door, and he laid her in.
He yelled to his staff and me that he would be back, we all thought he would.
I sat there in the waiting room for over an hour, I would have sat there all day, I had a lot to talk about, slowly, 1 by 1, patients were called to the desk to be told he wouldn't be coming back today, he wouldn't be coming back until Monday.
I asked them what am I supposed to do?
My surgeon released me to his care, he didn't give me my meds on Tuesday because he wanted another test done today, today he was going to give me my meds, but he needed me to have an MRI this morning, which I did go and get, brought the films with me.
I had a lot I had to discuss with him.
My surgeon released me from his care, told me to go to this doc ASAP, tell him everything that happened in surgery and after, all of it.
The collapsed lung, the breathing tube, that my heart stopped twice on the table, the medically induced coma, the neck brace stuff, the jaw and vomit issues, the blood pressure issues, the upcoming surgery and the very serious risks it involves.
I also wanted to asked him about all of the new plans and any weight loss pills he had been working on and we had discussed before I left for surgery.
When his staff told me he wouldn't be back until Monday, I panicked.
A whole weekend without my pain meds?
With my body the way it is?
The constant pain I am in 24/7, the more than likely very ugly drug withdrawals?
When I do not have my meds, I cannot do anything other than lay in bed or on the couch.
My body has spasms, the weather effects me, cold, rain. I get sick, it's not a plesant thing to go through.
The nurse told me to go to the ER.
I said I can't, they won't treat me, I'm a surgical pain patient, I have signed a Florida state drug contract, I cannot go anywhere but here for my meds, where is the PA (physician's assistant) that he used to have? I'll wait for her to get here.
They said they no longer have a PA.
I asked about them calling in the lower dose med for the weekend, I will come back on Monday for the other one.
They said no, they couldn't do that, sorry, go to the ER.
I explained to them, again, the ER will not treat me, they will not cover my pain meds for even just the weekend, I'm a surgical pain patient, they don't even want to touch me due to the length of the fusion.
They apologized, but said there was nothing they could do.
I went outside and called a friend, I was crying, very upset.
I had just witnessed a beautiful and loving dog get hit by a car, I was going to be hurting all weekend due to the lack of my pain meds, probably end up sick from not having them, I was scared and I admit it.
If you've never been through drug withdrawals, you have no idea what it does to your body, it is a nightmare I wish on no one.
So I called her, told her what had happened, she said she was on her way.
She came and picked me up, gave me a couple of her meds, not what I take, but enough to hold off being drug sick for awhile.
I came home and started Twittering my bad morning.
I've spent like the whole day Twittering back and forth about it, mostly support, people understand what I was trying to say, but others were not ok with some things I said like this;'
Wow. NOT illegal in Fla for doc to bring dog to office * if he calls it a "personal emergency" perfectly legal for him to cancel all appts.
I got replies like this;
@mskat I'm sorry, but my pets (furkids) would take place over anyone, anytime. I imagine he's really upset about what has happened. I would.
Yes, he was upset, I was there, I saw the whole thing, I do care about the dog, but the vets wouldn't let him stay with the dog while they operated, they made him sit in the waiting room, and meanwhile, every patient he had today and tomorrow, were all being rescheduled for Monday and Tuesday, double booking everyone, forcing all his Thursday and Friday patients to suffer in pain all weekend because he wouldn't come back, was taking a 4 day weekend over this.
Yes, I get it, he loves his dog, I love my Kali kitty more than almost everything, BUT, if I had to choose to save my sons or my cats lives first, it's a no brainer, my kids.
He's a doctor, he took a Hippocratic oath to serve, save, and protect his patients, and he was leaving 100's of patients to suffer all weekend over a dog he could do nothing for but sit and wait for the vets to fix her, try to help her.
But his patients?
Ah, screw 'em, they can wait, his animal comes before the patients who need and trust him to help them.
We're all surgical patients, we rely on him to help us, we cannot go to the ER, we cannot seek out other docs, we have to see and be seen by him, but he put his animal first.
During all of this Twittering all day, I lost 5 followers who were upset with me because I didn't care about the dog, only myself and my drugs.
I was told I had no compassion.
Don't even give me that crap!
I ran to that dog's side as fast as my doctor did, I tried to help, I did what he told me to to help, I do care about Holly, but I also care about the 100's of human lives that were being left hanging while he sat in a waiting room doing nothing.
We all needed him to help us just like he needed the vets to help Holly.
I was told by the nurse that if he decided to come in on Friday, they would call me.
No one called me by 4:45pm, so I called them, was met by the answering service.
I thought great, until Monday, if I make it that long.
Finally around 5:50pm, his nurse called me and asked if I could be there at 10am, but warned me it would be double booked.
I said I could and I will, I'll be there.
But no, don't any of you dare tell me I have no compassion, I probably have far more than you in just my pinky finger alone.
The big difference between us is that if I saw an accident, saw you and an animal get hit by a car, both of you in horrible shape, I would choose to save YOUR life.
I value human life above all others.
Even those of you who choose to be mean to me, spread lies about me, tell me that I'm a horrible person, I would still choose to save your life.
Yours is what I value above all else.
I'd run into a burning house to save a human life, I'd break the glass on an overturned car to save your life, I would do whatever I had to, to save a human life