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Originally Posted by Noca86
I had typed out a long response of my experiences with doctors detailing the hell they have put me through but it got lost somehow. I am totally disillusioned to the myth that doctors are all altruistic, competent professionals who actually care about you and who actually give a damn whether you ever recover from what ails you or just stay sick for life.
I find a great deal of them to be sociopaths who cannot be bargained with, who cannot be reasoned with, who don't feel pity, or guilt, or remorse or responsibility or any sort of empathy whatsoever. They often ignore/dismiss every last concern you have until you are on the absolute cusp of death, only coming to help you at the 11th hour and not a minute sooner. Your recovery seems like it was never their goal, not now and not ever. Some of them go beyond just sociopathy, and are also sadists who seem to go out of their way to maximize the suffering you have to go through both in intensity and duration and enjoy making you and watching you suffer.
Most of them are totally useless, like a group partner that you get stuck with to work on a school project together. You end up being the one who has to do all the work, while they simply show up to class(the appointment) and take all the credit. They seemingly can't even do the most basic of jobs such as prescribing medication properly, the equivalent of writing names on a title page. They go beyond just being useless, they manufacture problems that didn't exist before hand because they don't listen to a word you say, which is the equivalent of them taking work you have done and folding it up into paper airplanes and flying them across the classroom. That is how I see the patient/doctor relationship I have with most doctors.
If it isn't clear already, from my past 10.5 years of experience with countless(close to 200) doctors for various health problems, I hate the vast majority of them.
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You've just written my thoughts on this topic as if you're my twin! I have Bipolar 1 Disorder, PTSD, BPD, COPD, gastric ulcers , am a cervical cancer survivor and now I have chronic searing pain in my abdomen that started on the upper right side then moved to the upper left side as well as the lower right side. I have constant searing, stabbing pain in my abdomen no matter what I do or what position I'm in as well as nausea( sometimes accompanied by vomit, which is also sometimes bloody vomit). I have been in & out of ER departments in this town in 2 hospitals several times for this. They admitted me once with a diagnosis of pancreatits after a prior time they admitted me & took out my gallbladder because it was , I quote. "about to explode". I'm STILL sick, STILL feeling pain. None of their prior treatments have rid me of the pain/ill feeling.
I went to ER 2 weeks ago again. They did some labs (blood work, UA, etc.), did a CT scan, gave me pain meds & Zofran & sent me home after telling me that I have an enlarged liver &my liver enzymes are still elevated ( They've done several blood tests over the past few months and my liver enzymes have consistently been elevated). They diagnosed me with fatty liver disease, which is WRONG, because you don't feel pain with fatty liver disease.
Anyway, I had pain so bad last night that I doubled over and passed out while walking into the bathroom at home. My bf took me to ER again. They took my blood & a UA ( yet again) , then took forever to send the doctor back in my room. He had discharge papers in his hand, lectured me about going to ER so frequently when it's not a life threatening emergency, told me to go see a GI & never treated my pain or nausea!!! When I asked him why he wasn't treating my pain, at the very least, through tears because I was still in agony, he visibly rolled his eyes at me, told me to take Tylenol, because I already have hydrocodone at home (which I do but it's not even TOUCHING the pain). I insisted that he at least give me a prescription so I wouldn't pass out from pain & fall AGAIN & he wrote me a prescription for menstrual cramp medicine. ( I had a hysterectomy in 2009. I no longer have a uterus not to mention THIS ISN'T F^&KING CRAMPS!!!) Then.... it gets better... He THREW the prescription at me and showed me the door . As my bf & I were leaving & I was STILL crying, I overheard the ER doc say to my ER nurse that I'm just " a junkie trying to get another fix".
I stopped, turned around, and at the top of my lungs yelled my reply at the ER doc that if I was just looking for a fix I know a place downtown where I can get the good **** without having to take any **** off some pompous asshole in a white coat. ( My Irish/bipolar temper got the best of me). I was crying mad &in pain. I vomitted blood right at their door in the front lobby & left them to clean it up.... because I already knew they weren't going to do jack s*&% to help me.
That was last night( Friday night). Today I've been home, taking my hydros and Ramitidine, lying here with my heating pad on my belly. I occasionally get up to eat, go the bathroom, etc. but I'm just making it through the weekend as best I can until I can call my pcp Monday to light a fire under her butt to get me a referral to a GI doc.
I HATE doctors!!!!!I've only met one that seemed to really give a s&*^ & she moved back to Canada because , as she told me, our health care system sucks & she felt like she couldn't really help people because of the politics involved here. Now, my new pcp, her replacement, seems like she's unsure of herself most of the time & I'm not real confident she can help me either.
Anyway, if you've read this far...THANK YOU FOR READING MY RANT!!! Now, I'll give ya'll a break from my bi^&*ing. For now, anyways.