Diaphragm

For ages, with a steady increase since 2001, I have been burdened by the situation of an unfortunately never diagnosed diaphragmatic protrusion, or diaphragmatic paresis, which is of course also of congenital origin.
Thirty years ago, there was only a single radiological indication of this, but it was never followed up – that’s just the way it is in this degenerate healthcare system.
The everyday stresses and strains and, at times, phenomena with disturbances of consciousness, which I have so far only been able to terminate with great difficulty through violent, deliberately induced burping, have continued to increase in intensity and repetition.
Lying down is practically no longer possible if the upper body is not elevated.
However, falling asleep every night is only possible with unusual contortions.
I have to lie on my stomach and stretch my upper arms up over the headboard of the bed to make it work to some extent.
I don’t think anyone can imagine that.
And of course, like everything else with me, not a single Dottore is interested.
My GP has been at a loss for almost twenty years, and it’s not just me that she no longer knows where to send the patients.
However, we had formed a team, I diagnose and drive around Germany, and she issues referrals and admissions and also writes reports.
If a patient were to try something like that with Dottores, he would have to reckon with arrogant, ignorant rejection.
After all, the common dottore is convinced by his ridiculous studies with a level of knowledge from the last millennium that he has the wisdom of the Lord until he retires.
In our technical fields, we would soon no longer be able to work with such an attitude, because lifelong learning is essential here.
It would be exactly the same in medicine in order to remain a doctor and not have to become a dottore.
I can find several examples of such a requirement here, and externally just one of countless examples is particularly worth mentioning in the report