Will Super Glue Mend me?

First of all a Triple A diagnosis ) Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm,a time bomb that the doctors say is "Fortunate" as normally they are only discovered at a post mortem (Great comfort? not really!)
Still it was small and has to reach 5.5 centimetres before they even consider surgery,and as I was being monitored I don't think about it,if I did I would be a basket case by now.
Today,I am a "Basket Case" because way back in November 2013,I was told I had Sciatica, very painful and as I used to walk 4 miles at least 3 times a week,this Sciatica" left me a cripple, and as hard as I tried I couldn't do normal household chores like vacuuming,sweeping or even gardening because the hip pain was horrendous.Then I began to lose feeling in my left foot,seeing my toes turn a nasty shade of black/blue in June this year after a day out limping in Southend on Sea.
Obviously there was a circulation problem too,so I went to the GP who told me he would get a scan done to see what can be found.
The scan results told the GP and the hospital I have severe Osteoporosis too,but the staff couldn't tell me if this was Sciatica or not because I would need a different test!
No medication was given,it was offered half heartedly by the GP, but I declined as I firmly believe the body has the ability to heal itself..it may take longer but I would sooner not take medication as the side effects have a tendency to knock me stupid,hence my aversion to them.
So not only have I got the Aneurysm,Osteoporosis and "?Sciatica",I am also a member of the "Black Foot Tribe" to boot. (Pardon the Pun)

I have a female Doctor friend who told me to request a "Doppler Test" for my foot,as she couldn't feel a pulse in "My Left Foot"As it was the weekend and I was worrying about the numbness of my foot,I decided to call an emergency doctor at a local hospital,explaining all of the above and they requested I go to the hospital to see a proper doctor.
I went immediately and my foot was checked but they didn't have a "Doppler" machine and they were concerned because there was almost no pulse.
They told me to go to another Hospital and take a letter with me to the Surgical Assessment Unit,which I did and was pretty much blase about it all,after being shoved from pillar to post,maybe now I would get something done.

Good grief,we were sat in the waiting room for hours after having doppler,canular ,weight checked etc and then all of a sudden..nothing!
I was thirsty but couldn't have a drop of water until I had seen a doctor which I had when first arriving and I told them so.
I was allowed a cup of tea (dishwater was a better description) and some water,still sitting in the waiting room where the visitors & patients sit & watch TV.
I was offered to lie down,they had an empty bed but there was no way I intended to get into a bed..there was nothing wrong with me apart from a numb foot for goodness sake!
Many hours later,I was told I would have to have a scan,was it MRI,was it CT? I was wheel chaired to the other side of the hospital and there I was in a crazy panic as I had no idea what the hell was going on and then I had the "Contrast Scan" which really made me feel weird,very light headed and dizzy.
I was kept in overnight,hubby left me reluctantly but we were both exhausted and I accepted my fate.
After no sleep,because I had BP temperature taken every 5 minutes and a heart monitoring,the morning came with elation for me I have to say.

A doctor came along with many students with him and this is where my I relive the words he spoke to me and will haunt me until I die.

Doc: How old are you? His manner was cold calculating and downright pig ignorant.

Me: 62..(stunned at his lack of sympathy)

Doc: Do you smoke?

Me: Yep! ( Now I was being the bitch who stands for no messing when it comes to anybody or anything. My belief is I shoot from the hip and beware my tongue if you upset me.

Doc: LOSE THE FAGS OR LOSE YOUR LEG OR LIFE! You can go home and I will prescribe blood thinner and stating to try and unblock that artery,shaking his head to the audience.

Me: "You Ba****d"

What in Gods name and who in Gods name has the gall to speak to me like I'm a piece of poop,and this "creature is in the caring occupation".!!
Yes I did smoke about 20 a day,but I am of the age when I have always had a fag and that is for half a bloody century.
I don't drink,I don't go out,I detest food and so I am "Frail" but I eat only when I want to since I had an Burst Ulcer in 1990 and still my gut is "Wrong".
I was shocked but I was bloody annoyed that a so called "Consultant" can speak to anybody like he spoke to me that day.

I rang home and told Hubby to come fetch me,and I also told him I have to "Quit",but the first thing I did while waiting for him to turn up was to have a "drag".

So on December 9th 2014 I have to have by-pass surgery which entails me having to have my right leg artery di-sected,and transplanted below the blocked artery in the left leg.
As for the aneurysm..that is another major surgery for another time and now I'm thinking,I really am ready to close the door on this life,but this stubborn cow will sure put up a good fight so that she can man handle the "Consultant" who made her feel like a piece of S**T as I've made it clear that if V Gadhvi so much as touched anything on me,I will follow this up to the highest NHS body I can to make sure he never treats his patients like he has treated me.
Maybe it's best I don't survive.