I'm sorry for the man who had the terrible experience. Mine was good, although quite a while ago.
I was almost nine months pregnant and having symptoms of a pelvic blood clot; I knew that because I was a science journalist. However, no on would listen to me, not my GP, not my gyno, not the ER; I was assured that it was just "discomfort" from the pregnancy. It was wasn't discomfort, and I could not walk; pressure on my pelvic girdle was too unbearable. Finally, I had my husband carry me into Dr Rose's office, o appointment, I was just there to plead for a look. The nurse said, "Why do you think you have a clot?" I told her my symptoms, she said, "You don't have a clot; if you did, you'd be rolling around on the floor in excruciating pain." I said, "I am in excruciating pain; this is me in excruciating pain." Unbeknownst to us, Dr Rose was around the corner, listening. He came out and said he would have a look. Then, lots of to-phone calls, faxes; had to be done now. I did indeed have pelvic clots, yes, that's plural.
Just a note to medical professionals: You have to take culture into account; I am a Finlander; we don't complain. My father died at fifty-eight (of overwhelming sepsis) because the ER refused to believe he was in pain; he'd shown up every day for a week, only to be turned away, until the last day, when he dropped dead. THEN, they checked his blood; we were told he had "enough sepsis to kill ten men." The Finns will know what I am talking about.
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