प्रकाशित: 28.02.2024
I went to the nephrology outpatient clinic for an extended blood sample. About 20 tubes of the brightest colors should be removed. Unfortunately, there are people who have difficulty drawing blood. And then there are those who shouldn't even pick up a needle. Unfortunately, she is one of them. After stabbing and tearing my tissue several times, she gave up. The professor herself picked up and scored immediately. Just a moment to talk. She called the senior hematologist. “We’d better wait until the health insurance company has made a decision regarding the medication,” he said. I think the answer wasn't what she wanted to hear. As soon as she hung up, she dialed the next number. She called the senior dialysis physician. “Yes, we need another plasmapheresis!” Wait, didn’t the hematologist ask her to wait a few seconds ago? She hung up and dialed my health insurance number. Nobody answered. “We’ll talk to you later, I’ll get in touch.”
Then she called. Another blood sample; the cryoglobulins are negative. We'll pick up again. I was tormented again until the professor took over and hit me straight again. At lunchtime I got a call from the private nephrology ward “hey Sandra, I should make an appointment with you for inpatient admission!” huh? No, please wait for the values first. Sure, the values are bad. Apparently I'm constantly getting tiny thromboses. Apparently my immune system is still nowhere near developed after 8 months. Not a single B cell. Not a single. That's not normal, she says.
Before I go back to hospital, the cryoglobulins should be positive. Nobody else will get me to the hospital.