Getting into Redmond, via Yahoo's map, was tricky. Once we got there, it was quite pleasant, as was the doctor. I was there 1.5 hours. He took a lengthy oral history, and was thoughtful, interested, and informed.
He loaded me up with tests. Only one of them is a simple, stop at the hospital and get a blood draw. The others are various and sundry collections. Fun! And sadly, expensive, which my insurance *might* cover some of. And, did I mention he's in REDMOND?
We rushed to doctor visit #2. Wow, was that a mistake. This guy is THE weight guy. Allegedly. The guy it takes months to get in to see. And wow--what a jerk! I've seen over 100 doctors in my health journey. Well over. I don't even want to try and count. It's a lot.
This guy is in the Top 5 of bad doctors. He was condescending, rude, a horrible listener, and not the slightest bit helpful. Clearly, I eat too much, and that's my only problem. I'm stupid for thinking I have a cortisol problem (despite admitting I have many of those symptoms). And my dizziness, fatigue, and chronic pain issues seemed to just not be heard by him whatsoever, despite Mark and I both repeating ourselves.
He kept saying I needed a better diet. He had no answers for gaining 2# a week for months on end, repeatedly. I could go on and on for hours about what a horrible experience I was, but I'll spare us both.
So, I'm feeling a bit low, and a bit dysphoric. Almost anhedonic, but not quite. It's hard to hold on to hope. It really is. On the trip home I had to consider something: they may not be able to diagnose what's wrong with me. I may have to live like this (I hope).
At the end of the first appointment (with the nice one), I said, "I have one more question." He said to go ahead. I said, "I know you specialize in the unusual, the hard to diagnose and treat" (He's a fibromyalgia/environmental medicine doctor). He said that is true. I then asked, "I kind of stand out, don't I?" He looked at me kindly and said, "Yes. I generally see the one in 100. You're the one percent of one percent."
And please no jokes about me being a "special person." If I hear that one more time, I might just give in to what my heart wants to do, which is curl up in a ball on the floor and cry.
Sorry the weight guy was such a jerk! I hate that. Why can't doctors be nice at least? I mean didn't they go into medicine to HELP people? So often they have NO RESPECT for the patient. It's like OUR time doesn't matter. Geez. Although it was a lovely day to visit Redmond (or anywhere for the matter).
ReplyDeleteWish your visits could have been the other way round, and you could have finished with a nice visit. Just pretend in your head that was the case?
Many doctors do this. They never better guide to patients. by which patient felt more pain from their problem. It is not good for patient and the doctor. They should done their duty in better way.
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