This time the surgeon was really flip with him and stormed out on us like a five-year-old throwing a temper tantrum. The surgeon gave us all this hooey about how he "didn't see any hemmorrhaging" in the MRI (you can't see hemmorrhaging on an MRI unless it's severe) and told Warren "there's no pressure on [his] brain."
We tried asking questions, and that's when the guy exclaimed, "I don't have to give you a reason!" and started storming out. He didn't just walk out; his tone of voice sounded like a kid who insisted on having his own way. I asked what he did recommend as treatment given that the neurologist said he can't be treated with drugs. "I don't know, and I don't care."
I tried pointing out that Warren can't work. "Well that's not my problem!" he exclaimed.
"Then would you support a disability claim?"
Warren then tried to change the subject by asking him what a programmable shunt was. "It's a shunt where you can change the amount of fluid drained off, but that's irrelevant, because I'm not going to put a foreign tube in your head that drains fluid down to your stomach!"
Then he rushed out; all Warren could get in was "Bye, Doc!" behind him.
Warren wanted to know the dimensions of the cyst according to the new MRIs, but this guy wasn't even looking at the film.
Something is very fishy. We overheard him and another NS talking before the appointment (the NS was 15 minutes late), saying, "Something's wrong here." We couldn't hear further, but we had the feeling someone is ordering these guys to not operate. When the word "conspiracy" keeps coming up, and it's the doctors who keep using it (as in "There' s no conspiracy against you"), it makes you wonder.