8 Aug 2013: Interesting Medical Conundrum, am I “Medically Stable”
“Madically stable” sounds like something that can be determined once and for all by science. I am according to Queen Mary Hospital “medically stable” for discharge, and frankly, I’d like to get out of here having been here an extraordinary amount of time.
Yet: my father was “medically stable” in 2003 only because I was there to run his errands: Mom passed away in 1996. In general, the average patient with Stage 4 prostate cancer, what I have, can be medically stable when treatment has ameliorated his pain because the average patient can go home to a family, a partner or perhaps a lover of the same sex; one reason for the (justified) advocacy of gay marriage is that such people deserve fairness from government and insurance providers.
In my opinion, visceral disgust at one’s internal images formed by the idea of gayety and gayness, images that are one’s responsibility, isn’t a religious feeling at all and is undeserving of First Amendment protection.
Queen Mary wants me to work on discharge and I am doing so.
But I don’t think I am “medically stable”; without assistance in going to the store, it turns for me into The Bataan Death March. I can’t even make it to the little Circle K convenience store here, steps from my room and in view of it, without getting seriously exhausted. My father as a physician (and member of the America-based group Physicians For Social Responsibility) believed that “scientific” medical concepts can change from events exogenous to medicine such as being single and without a partner, or nuclear war.
It is true that I have been in Grantham for an absurd amount of time (almost eight months). But this is from an exogenous emergency, the price of rentals and flatshares having gone to absurd levels, making it impossible, in my condition, to find affordable housing.