This would probably not count as recovering but it does count towards recovering from the indifference that eventually crushes a patient. The indifference of “care.”
Today I returned a call from the dermatologist I saw a few weeks ago that “my” doctor had “arranged” for me to see. At the appointment it was very important that I know “my” doctor this and this dermatologist that would take care of the skin cancer that “my” doctor originally diagnosed as a normal mole and removed only because I insisted. Not knowing that I’d had another mole removed by “my” previous doctor who works out of the same clinic “my” now doctor had no idea I’d been diagnosed with skin cancer and instructed…
Anyway, I refused and further medical care because I’m tired of people who who do fuck-all for me taking credit for my being alive.
Update July 28–found out from my neighbour this morning that my doctor is moving back home in October so quitting doctors won’t be hard at all. She’s has been the only doctor I can deal with at the clinic, and since the clinic supplies all the doctors at the hospital, that means no doctors less than 3 hours away. That was easy.