My fucking dr. is an ass! To say the least… he doesn’t know what is going on with me… he said my blood test and x-ray came back clean… which is good in a sense since then we can rule out the cancer… but my signs and symptoms makes him go “hmmm”… I went there today to get some pain medication… because my fucking legs and pelvic is killing me! he didn’t give me any… told him about my legs not working properly… he said to use a cane when I need to… then he said that he doesn’t understand what is going on with me and that he is getting me to see another Dr. that specialises in something… I don’t fucking know… it was those words that Dr. House (the TV series) is… any ways I am waiting for my Dr.’s secretary to tell me when I will be seeing this Dr… I guess his name is Dr. Bard… how come that sounds familiar and why is it leaving a nasty taste in my mouth?
MOTHER FUCKER! I am soooo angry right now because in a nut shell my Dr. is wiping his hands clean and didn’t do anything for me…
Now me and my family still has to be in this little epidemic and is not sure on what is going on with me… what about school? Is it going to be a waste of time and money? What about work then?
My Dr. says because I am 25 I shouldn’t be having these symptoms and signs… WHO CARES! I AM having this problem and get over it and figure it out… God Dame Mother Fucker…
Yes… by the way … this is what a “rant” looks like… I am just so pissed right now… because I am still in the loop of “I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”
I went to my grandfather and asked if I can use one of his canes… he let me pick one out that I liked… thank god it fits properly… now the hard part is using it… I didn’t think it was that hard to use a fucking cane… my grand father was going to give me his “duck” cane… by what he said… the cane opens up into a flask… man that would have been great… just one thing wrong with it… it didn’t fit me… My grandpa is so funny at times… he was also telling me one of my fav. Stories of his life is when he and my grand mother had met… he said he is very lucky that he met her and that he married her…
I am going to try to eat at lunch time today… I don’t care if I get sick… I want my food… my grandma said that I am podgy any ways so the weight lost that I am having isn’t a problem… my grandfather says other wise… he said it’s still not healthy…
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Well darlin at least he was HONEST with you!! My pet peeve with drs is that they try to tell you things they have no idea about. When my oldest (the one with autism) was 2 he was having major stomach problems. Since his dad has crohns i asked the pediatrician if it could be crohns? The dr told me he was too young and that crohns was not genetic. I told him to give me my kid and that he was a fucking quack. You see usually if one sibling has crohns more than one sibling has crohns and crohns is more common in twins!!! To me common sense says that it is genetic and in the 11 years since they say more & more that it is!!! So try & have some comfort that your dr is being HONEST with you. thinking of you & luv your guts muahhhh
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