As I read where you wrote that after the meds things only got worse it said me enough. I wonder why it didn't ring a bell with you but also why a man in such pain keeps travelling daily to the ER. I also wonder what homeless means. Where do you sleep, how do you eat? Why on earth did you sell your business gave up on your job, the only way to generate an income? It baffles me but it's good to read you found another doctor and hopefully this is a good one. A second opinion if not a 3 or 4th I would ask in such a situation and your husband should listen to his body. I hope the surgery will work out well.
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Good morning my heart I will gladly answer your questions, first of all when I say that the medications made him worse I am referring to a treatment that a neurosurgeon sent him for the pain, and instead of calming him down what it did was to cause stomach pains as a result of these medications.
Because with pain he travels to the emergency room constantly, well I tell you, here in Venezuela you either go to public or private medicine and our economy does not allow us to go to private medicine because it is expensive, which leaves us with the option of going to the hospital because the pains are strong.
When I say that I was homeless was because the doctor told us to do a treatment to calm the pain while we got for the operation, each session of this treatment was $450 and there were 10 sessions to pay for them we had to sell the house and after a conversation with my mom we went to live with her, obviously we are not on the street, but we are currently living in a corner.
I did not quit my job, my job is my agency of celebrations and as we needed to do tests and studies to find the diagnosis we were selling little by little the assets, currently I continue working with the agency making decorations, pasapalos and piñateria which is my only source of income, I had no choice but to sell some things because we had no way to cover those expenses.
And as for the doctors my husband went through not one but 5 different neurosurgeons that each one of them gave a different diagnosis until we finally found this one who is treating him as he is and with whom we have seen an improvement, small but improvement at last.
We are aware that it is hard to believe all this adventure of doctors for a year, but for those who live in Venezuela this is the daily bread, because unfortunately medicine has become a business, thanks for stopping by and clarifying the questions you had.