So, I though I was going to die this week. Some of you may consider me a drama queen, but I'm pretty sure I should have gone to the emergency room a few times. I was SO SICK, that I swear to god if someone had told me I was dying of cancer, I would have been all, "That makes sense considering how I feel." and then my doctor couldn't see me until 6 days into this awful illness involving nausea, dizziness, vomiting, sleeplessness, brain zaps, high blood pressure, irregular heartbeat, and crazy fatigue and when he did, he's all, "I don't know. Let's do a blood test, come back in a week." No "here's some anti-nausea meds" or "Let's get you on an IV to hydrate you." Just "come back in a week."
And then, the worst part, when I tell him that I've been feeling like ass for several years now and that I've gained like 25 pounds in two years and I haven't changed my diet or excericise and to please take this seriously, he's all, "You're just getting old. Eat less."
This he says to the woman with AN EATING DISORDER who used to starve herself on a daily basis and who still won't touch donuts or fried chicken because they are terrifying to her.
Can you fucking believe this piece of shit doctor?
So, I'm supposed to come back Wednesday to see him, and for 6 days until then suffer terribly and maybe have to die.
I hate doctors.
Then I started feeling better yesterday, and can finally look at a computer screen again without immediately wanted to vomit and faint from dizziness (though I'm not 100% on the computer-screen-thing yet).
AND the doctor does this urine test and then a blood test, and he's all, "your urine came back negative," and I'm all, "You never bothered to tell me what you were testing my urine for, so I have no idea what that means," and he just shrugs. I asked him what he's testing my blood for, and he's all, "various things."
Oh. Thanks. And by the way, maybe since I told you I have almost gone to the emergency room several times you could like, look, like, at those results BEFORE NEXT WEDNESDAY. But no, He won't. And when he looks at the results when I'm in his office he won't bother explaining to me what I tested negative for. Fuck the patient.
And then I saw my psychiatrist and he's all, "You could totally not be actually sick and just be, like, having psychosomatic symptoms of anxiety. Want to try electro shock therapy? You should google it." and I'm like "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU just give me my ambien, you piece of shit quack."
Because yes, Electro Shock Therapy sounds like a reasonable way to treat a virus.
that's where I've been lately.
Chin up, Heidi.
Good to have you back.