Hello, gentle reader. I apologise for the lack of posts of late. Like most people with a compromised immune system during flu season, I have managed to acquire myself my very own pet illness.
Thankfully, in this case, it isn’t flu. It was a cold, and then it turned into another sinus infection, and it has just stayed that way for two weeks. I anticipate that I will get at least one more before we kiss August goodbye, and I would not be surprised if I get multiple between now and then.
The super fun part of the infection, you’ll be surprised to learn, has not been the horrifically sore, swollen throat, the aching in my face that feels like goblins are trying to shove my eyes out of my sockets, or even the crushing exhaustion (I’m kind of used to that anyway). It hasn’t even been the joint aches.
It’s been yet another disappointing encounter with a doctor.
I used to see this wonderful doctor at my local bulk-billing place who has consistently fixed every problem I have taken to him. I trust him deeply. Unfortunately, he only sees patients on a walk-in basis now, and I needed to actually book in. I saw one doctor who is quite nice and who gave me the good antibiotics, but a week later I was still sick and getting worse so I went and saw another dude because the first doctor wasn’t available.
That doctor prescribed me weaker antibiotics, told me to use a treatment my favourite doctor had specifically told me was not beneficial and was possibly harmful, and then:-
- Said, “You don’t want a hysterectomy, we won’t do that for you” (I do want one);
- Told me there’s no need to go to the UK for a doctor because we have plenty of good ones here;
- Recommended a doctor who previously told me I couldn’t possibly have endometriosis so soon after my first surgery (I did);
- Told me that if my Australian specialist had refused to perform TPPE (he didn’t even know what it was) that’s because the surgeon knew what was best for me;
and just generally did his best to make me feel guilty about taking my medical care into my own hands with absolutely no understanding of what it took to do so. Ok, that’s unfair – he was trying to be thorough and ensure that I was seeing someone for my endo – but he was unintentionally extremely condescending and made me feel like I had to defend my choices to change doctors and go to the UK to get surgery I literally could not get in Australia.
It’s another lesson in “if you don’t know the full story, stop judging.”
Yesterday I got sick of the weaker antibiotics not working and my sickness continuing to worsen, so I went as a walk-in and saw my favourite doctor. He gave me the good stuff again.
Thank goodness for the good doctors. Boo to the bad ones.
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