I would like to say that I could give you my opinion in a rational manner. After the past three years I’m not sure that I can keep my frustration out of my answer. So something to keep in mind, I suppose.
I am sick. I have been getting sicker and haven’t found a doctor yet who will listen to me. I have been to many different doctors, specialists and ER’s. I am educated, intelligent and I will research and read medical journals for fun. Yet, when I go I am treated like an idiot and someone who doesn’t live in my own body.
I am overweight and everything is being put down to that. I tell them that I eat 1500 calories a day and I have to work to even eat that much. Hubbs pressures me to eat because left to my own devices, I won’t. Partly because I’m not hungry and partly because now I’ve developed a complex from having so many authority figures tell me that I’m doing this to myself.
Move more and eat less they say. So I did. For two years I ate 500 cals a day of healthy food. No weight loss. I worked out five days a week with HITT and cardio all done properly and researched well. I lost ten pounds. Two years- ten pounds. Then I began to have severe pain. 8 or 9 on the pain scale. I couldn’t walk, talk or stop rolling around in pain.
What was wrong? They said I needed to join Weight Watchers.
I now have seizures. Go to the ER? Why? By the time I get seen (about five hours wait here) it will have stopped and then they will look at my fat body and tell me to move more and exercise less. Or they will look at my teeth and tell me they won’t give me pain pills. I know I have bad teeth- I was on meds that rotted them right out. Yet when I explain this I get looks of ‘Yeah, right’.
I don’t want pills. I want someone to listen to me and actually give a flying crap. I want some tests run so I can figure out why in three years I’ve gone from a strong person to an invalid who’s afraid to leave the house without walking aides.
My last doctor asked me if I had been in prison. Prison? Why, you ask? Because I have bad teeth and have a tattoo. Why not just ask me if I had ever been tested for Hep since that’s what they were going for?
I am now without healthcare and have no desire to go back to a doctor. I have given up and it makes me sad. Yet, when something happens I don’t feel that I will ever be listened to so what’s the point?
So, for me, I have trouble respecting doctors anymore. The illusion has been broken and now when I see a doctor all I see is a person who likes white coats and went to school. When I see them talk to pharm reps I get angry- they can give them ten minutes and listen but they can’t do the same for me.
Perhaps when I find some kind doctor who listens, I’ll feel differently. Like I said above, I’m so frustrated with the past three years that I can’t keep this anger from my response, so I apologize for not being able to keep emotions from this response.