Thursday, October 31, 2013
When I Drempt of Being a Unique Snowflake, This Is NOT What I Had In Mind!
You and I exchange knowing looks, roll our eyes, and say, "better luck next time." But we all know the epic grind it can take to gather up all the medical evidence you need... meanwhile, I'm wondering if my soul is being weighed against the mass of a feather as somehow 10 years of evidence means jack-all, given one "I thought it up so it must be true!" Ten YEARS, and somehow answer B looks to be the better choice in their professional opinion. There I go again.... speechless.
I mean, my Unicorn Sister and I could write volumes on the bits they've left out of the books on our disease, but that's because we both have the same thing. And if this was all a prednisone mistake, how did I know I was in remission and overmedicated? Why did I request to come off my meds for 9 months if it was just one big misdiagnosis? How on earth would I have and MRI showing an INFECTION in my PITUITARY?!? Did I drill a hole into the middle of my brain and expose it to bacteria? I mean, what?! What more do you want than PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE? And will someone wake me up from this nightmare? Can I get an, "Amen!"?
And why was I so scared to go to med school if this is what I can expect? (I know why I didn't... chronic illness made me drop the program, and I went for my best chance just to get through -- and I'd almost kill for that kind of health again! lol) So who am I kidding, I would have washed out, burnt out or both. And I'm happy with the path I ended up on, so no regrets....
Still, there are some days...
My grandmother knew there were days like this. That's why she didn't let them touch her after her heart attack, and she lived for another 30 years. There is truth behind an old medical school saying, "Don't kid yourself, the moment you walk through that door as their doctor, you start killing your patient." And I agree, there should be caution in medicine! Unless the disease is killing them faster than not intervening, and that's when its appropriate to step in, risks be damned.
So like I found my pain specialist, I will find my endocrinologist. Referrals are unreliable. Sure that fellow doctor is good to you, but you're his peer! That has no relation to how he deals with his patients. So I'll have to come up with my screening questions and start interviewing practices. I miss the old bydls message boards; they had lists of doctors that would be objective about tough cases, and several listings for a place as big as the Front Range. Such a loss. Still, I can do this. It's gonna be a grind, but I can manage it, and make it look awesome doing so.
It would just be nice if the system worked the way its advertised for a change, ya know? Oy vey.
P.S. - I went to the IDA banquet recently and have wonderful pictures to share, but I got sick with a stomach flu shortly after so I'm just now starting to catch up. More soon, I promise!
P.P.S. - Calling myself a Medical Unicorn is just a play on that whole "think horses, not zebras" med school saying, though it is terribly ironic in this context. It's okay to snicker. ;^)