Continuation of Medical IssuesI have

The most I have gotten with this has been a runaround of phone numbers and ridicule, ranging from simple minded immature humor about my condition, to offers of back alley surgery.

I was even told by the COB that I was not a priority.

The swelling has taken a nasty turn for the worse, and the Percocet is not helping anymore with the pain, so my wife is going to drag me to a different emergency room.

I have had a lot of problems with this command, mainly dealing with hazing and other immature behaviour. When complaints of said hazing were made, the level of hazing would get worse for a bit, and then die down.

I will make another post when I get back from the ER.

I have returned from the Emergency Room.
The swelling has doubled since Monday.

Since I have a consultation with a urologist on Monday, the Emergency Room doctor (different location) did not want to take action until I see the urologist.

They did a more thorough ultrasound than was done on Tuesday. They confirmed that the hydrocele has made a major increase in size on the right testicle, and the *** itself was starting to swell up.

They did give me more pain pills, which now gives me enough to last until mid-day Monday. Otherwise, I would have run out tomorrow afternoon.

My wife has been keeping track of the swelling each day now, taking photos with our digital camera in the morning and throughout the day to keep track of the changes.

A tape measure is used to provide reference points.

The overall trend is getting larger and more discolored as time goes on.

The MDR was upset with me when I called him to tell him that my wife took me to the ER. The fact that the swelling has gotten this large and discolored, not to mention the fact that the Percocet pills given only help for a couple of hours, when I can only take them every 4-6 hours.

All this time wasted suffering needlessly, simply because of the fact that the medical department on my ship did not want to schedule my appointments in a timely fashion, only at the last minute did I get the contact information to make the appointments myself.

I had even offered to make the appointments myself on Monday, but I was told by Doc that it was his job to take care of it.

Oh, and a final insult and injury to injury.

People at my command have been making jokes about my condition and one sailor even went so far and to slap my crotch while I was waiting to see Doc.

I told the COB and he told me that it shouldn't hurt that badly. (I was in tears from the pain.)

This is part of why I am trying to seek outside help.