The husband had a lumbar puncture today. I have no faith that this invasive test will provide any answers for him. I went along with the doctor's because doctor's have fragile egos and if I said it wasn't necessary then they may have said they couldn't work with us. Oh yeah, I still need to get that mother F-ing doctor (who told me he could not see the husband's bulging eyes and that he did not have a cardiac issue and that I could not stop him from discharging the husband) in trouble. That was when the husband was in congestive heart failure, yeah. Asshole. Smug patronizing condescending asshole. That incompetent idiot has no idea how lucky he is that I drove the husband straight to another hospital where they took care of him and saved his life.
Nothing changed and I am still cranky as can be today. But feeling somewhat hopeless. This unknown degenerative neurological disease story is getting to me big time. I think it's the unknown aspect. You can't batten down the hatches and protect yourself from an enemy you don't know is your enemy.
I'm going to call a couple of malpractice lawyers right now and see if I can get some retaliation.