Sunday, August 23, 2009

Part 2

So, I'm getting wheeled out of Denny's, and I have no clue what happened. The last thing that was happening was this guy is telling me for the nth time about sending people home to die because he couldn't save them.

I spend most of the morning in the emergency room. I can't walk, my knees were over extended and I'm not going to be able to walk, even with crutches, for a few days. It will take 3 weeks for me to be able to walk without crutches, and over 2 months to walk without thinking about it like a normal person.

They say no driving for 6 months. I go to this quack for follow up treatment, and he says here take this drug and come back for a blood test. I go back and he doubles the dose. He tells me that I need to find Jesus, and implies that if I do, perhaps Jesus could help me get my driving privileges back sooner. It would be months later before I would discover that state law only prohibited me from driving for 3 months.

About 2 months into taking this stuff, a capsule catches in my throat and burns a hole in the skin. Then the next days dose sticks in the same place, yuck! So, I decide to stop taking the stuff for long enough for the cold sore like spot in my throat to heal, almost expecting trouble. Nothing happened. So I decided to see what would happen if I just stopped taking the stuff. Very smart move, it turns out.

The doctor keeps pushing harder on Jesus. Last time I saw him, he said to me, "How old are you?" I told him and he said I didn't even look 10 years younger than that, "You may live a long time, perhaps 25 or 30 more years. And if you don't accept Jesus as your saviour, he's going to torment you, and make you struggle, you'll suffer, and he'll just keep making you struggle and be miserable. Now do you really want to suffer for the next 30 years?"

Needless to say, that was the last time I'd ever talk to him, and NO I did not find religion.

The neurologist I saw said there's nothing wrong with me.

My diagnosis: Jesus told that old lunatic to poison me and he did. Which is why he was so sure he could help me get driving back early if I found Jesus.

Jesus freaks, for the rest of my life I will consider all of the very dangerous people. More dangerous that Islamic extremists.

1 comment:

Real cab driver said...

And sure enough, the quack retired and closed his practice about a month ago. People who say Jesus talks to them are really dangerous.