I've been going to the doctor since around February for something that I KNOW is wrong with but nobody can pinpoint. Sure...they all admit something isn't right but no one has any concrete answers.
And that's kinda frustrating.
I've been given different medications and I've taken the stuff that made sense.
The stuff that didn't make sense for something they couldn't even pinpoint however?
*HARD.STARE*
I'm not taking that.
It just seems to be odd to me that you don't know what's wrong...but this medicine MIGHT fix it.
Might MASK it you mean.
Last Monday, after a particularly rough week of feeling up and down, I went back to my PCP and my blood started boiling as he started in with the same old, same old and then...SIP broke some things down for him as only SIP can. He was reminded that I've been to see him more times this year than I've seen him COLLECTIVELY in all the years he's been my doctor and that when a person who is NOT a damn hypochondriac comes in with the types of complaints I've had...YOU GET TO THE BOTTOM OF IT NO MATTER WHAT! SOMETHING IS WRONG. FIGURE IT OUT CUZ SERIOUSLY...THIS BACK AND FORTH WITHOUT A RESOLUTION IS OLD, TIRED, AND ABOUT TO MAKE ME GO CLEAN THE HELL OFF. WHEN A CANCER SURVIVOR WHO TAKES THEIR HEALTH VERY, VERY SERIOUSLY IS TELLING YOU SOMETHING WRONG...YOU THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX!
And then things started happening that SHOULD have been happening. He started suggesting specialists and requesting information from other doctors I'd been going to. All of my doctors started sharing information and a pretty good POSSIBLE picture started taking shape.
One of the specialists I went to really made me feel a lot better even though the procedure necessary is going to be a hot fonky fried mess.
But I'm happy we're getting closer to an answer.
This past weekend I was working all weekend. Yesterday I was loading up equipment and I got rocked with a severe pain in my chest and then in my ear. The chest pain lasted for about 5 seconds. The sharp pain in my ear lasted for about 3 minutes. I couldn't do anything except sit in my truck until the pain went away and then I decided I was going to the hospital. I was in Georgetown but wasn't trying to be that far from my home at a hospital so I called The Robinator and told him I was headed to the hospital near our home. He was all panicky worried if I should drive or not but I kinda ignored all of that because, again, I didn't want to be that far away from home so I headed to Montgomery County. I was fine...the pain was gone so I was confident I could drive.
I was just scared at how badly that pain hurt me.
When I got to the hospital they took me immediately back and ran all the normal heart tests. Nothing out of the ordinary showed up. The Robinator wasn't saying much but his face said it all. I was kinda worried. I'm not going to lie. I was feeling...SLOW. Like...I was communicating just fine mind you...but not on warp speed as I usually am. I was SLOWER.
And that scared me.
And it scared the doctor.
And as he speculated the possibilities...I tried to calm myself down cuz when he said it could be a blood clot and asking if I'd been on a plane recently...that bugged me out.
And The Robinator held my hand.
I shared with the doctor my upcoming procedure and he agreed that was the best route to take to get to the bottom of this. He suggested some meds and I declined because he admitted that nothing bad is going to happen if I get those pains again before my procedure. It will hurt and then go away. No major anything...just being uncomfortable for a few minutes.
I can deal with that.
So they sent me home and told me to take it super easy until my procedure and I'm here wondering what in the hell does that mean? LOL!
I kept thinking about all of the things they did at the hospital. Blood tests, chest x-rays, monitoring, examining, etc. and I was so grateful we had such great insurance and then immediately saddened thinking about those who DON'T have the same.
I also thought about people who trust their doctors so much that they don't properly advocate for their health and let stuff go thinking the doctor must be right cuz he's a doctor. I mean...I KNOW something is wrong with me and I trust my instincts and feelings. AND...I trust that my doctors working together will now get to the bottom of it all.
Have you ever had something wrong with you and they couldn't figure it out? How did you handle? How long did it take before they figured it all out?
