Medication failed, patient alive
The third checkup this week and a decision that I need to take within the next days. The doc said that if I can name all the side effects that I meet but not describe any improvement that I feel, than probably a change of medication is not avoidable.
"I don't know how I should feel actually." I responded, "Can you tell me?"
And in coherence with his colleagues race for the most ridiculous statement given by a physician the doc stated:
"Medicine is no mathematics. Things are far from being as predictable."
Apparently 75% of the patients do respond to the medication that I take currently. Obviously I am in the other 25%. This seems caused by my genetic code, which is a pretty arbitrary explanation. So in different words I pulled the "lucky draw" twice! Maybe I should play lotto these days.
I was given a print out of the drug's patient information leaflet and sent home. New medication, new side effects. The old pill makes people sweat for example, the new one will make me freeze. Sounds pleasant given the current outside temperatures.
But it does not even stress me. I also have good news, which is much more important: I got a job!
Not an as dull and physical one as I had imagined for the time being (e. g. help out as a backstage workforce at the Gurten festival), but something using my head: translator at the Indian Embassy.
It is exactly the job that I am not sure to be able to perform, but despite the possibility of failing due to my health, the job sounds too fun to be rejected. The doc also suggested that I should give it a try - ironically while signing a certificate stating my strongly limited capacity to work in the past two weeks.
This illness has become my profession, and it has to stop. It will always be with me in the background, but sitting at home waiting for cure is wrong. I have to get busy with other things.
Last but not least, I am not the only ex-MCVP of Switzerland having a funny job, am I?
"I don't know how I should feel actually." I responded, "Can you tell me?"
And in coherence with his colleagues race for the most ridiculous statement given by a physician the doc stated:
"Medicine is no mathematics. Things are far from being as predictable."
Apparently 75% of the patients do respond to the medication that I take currently. Obviously I am in the other 25%. This seems caused by my genetic code, which is a pretty arbitrary explanation. So in different words I pulled the "lucky draw" twice! Maybe I should play lotto these days.
I was given a print out of the drug's patient information leaflet and sent home. New medication, new side effects. The old pill makes people sweat for example, the new one will make me freeze. Sounds pleasant given the current outside temperatures.
But it does not even stress me. I also have good news, which is much more important: I got a job!
Not an as dull and physical one as I had imagined for the time being (e. g. help out as a backstage workforce at the Gurten festival), but something using my head: translator at the Indian Embassy.
It is exactly the job that I am not sure to be able to perform, but despite the possibility of failing due to my health, the job sounds too fun to be rejected. The doc also suggested that I should give it a try - ironically while signing a certificate stating my strongly limited capacity to work in the past two weeks.
This illness has become my profession, and it has to stop. It will always be with me in the background, but sitting at home waiting for cure is wrong. I have to get busy with other things.
Last but not least, I am not the only ex-MCVP of Switzerland having a funny job, am I?
posted by Sabi at 8:40 PM
1 Comments:
i have a funny job yaar! :) i truly admire you for the way you handle everything, and i love the way you blog about it - honest, well-written and surprisingly funny. good luck with the new job!
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