Wednesday, October 30, 2013

The Best Day Of Doctors EVER

I cried driving home on Tuesday from the medical clinic here. It wasn't the first time I cried on my way home from there, but it was the first time I was crying tears of joy.

I don't think it could have gone any better, unless they had told me I was miraculously cured of everything and would never have to see a doctor again.

The last time I saw a doctor at that clinic, he told me that anti-depressants would solve all my Lupus problems. He then refused to prescribe my Lupus medicine and sent me home to wither away until I could see a Rheumatologist my new insurance would let me see. He insulted me by treating me like a hypochondriac and making me prove I even have Lupus by listing my symptoms. He then had the audacity to tell me I don't have a symptom with no evidence to support it. I cried all the way home from that visit.

Finally, A Good Doctor

Tuesday made it all better. I demanded the insurance assign me a new Primary care doctor so they assigned me to a newer, female doc. She was wonderful. She listened. She had her staff get me an appointment to see a gynecologist at the women's clinic there and they managed to get me an appointment an hour after the first appointment. She listened to my health complaints and then did something about it. After the appointment she sent me to the lab to get my blood drawn so they could do some tests. Someone was finally listening.

Then, An Even Better Doctor

Then I went to doctor number two. Another woman. She was there to see me about my possible Endometriosis. First I talked to one of her nurse-staff-ladies. She had freckles. I knew things would go well once I saw a fellow freckle-face (that was also the moment I realized how heavily I rely on signs to judge a place). I just handed over my list of symptoms and she asked me questions to fill in the rest. It was one of the most complete questionnaires I've ever had. They even bothered to ask if I'd ever been abused. I've never been asked that before. I was very impressed at the sensitivity they showed. I do think my sense of humor shocked the nurse though. Not many people find Lupus as funny as I do.

What, are they made in hell? This should have alerted me to how bad this doctor was.
Then I saw the doctor. I was wary at first. I've seen two different gynecologists and neither of them really listened to what I had to say. The last guy told me I can't have Endometriosis because pain and nausea are normal.

But I did not have to worry with this doctor. She listened to everything I had to say. She didn't try to pressure me into taking birth control. We discussed Endometriosis in detail and she wasn't intimidated by my knowledge. Instead, we started talking about how I used to teach an exercise class for those with arthritis and how I want to go back to school and study some sort of medicine. She even told me how I might be able to teach my class here.

I have been worrying for so long about how I'm going to get care here. No one was listening and no one was getting me treatment. And I am finally worry-free. And I am more grateful than these doctors could ever know.
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