ARGH! A medical rant
Jul. 9th, 2009 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zouzounaki So, my time on the anti-fungal antibiotic has been rocky. I know I've expressed a worry that it wasn't working at first because it wasn't working as quickly as it had before when I took the brand name samples, but it had only just begun to chip away at my now extremely extensive problem and now... my prescription is no more. Well, not permanently, hopefully, but for the time being as my doctor (*%!#$&, yes her, the one I've mentioned before, the one I wouldn't still be seeing if she didn't give us free appointments) gave me the prescription and then went away on extended holiday when it was due to be renewed without supplying refills!
So my sister and my brother spend a considerable amount of the morning calling her office, trying to get anyone there to approve a renewal. Finally, they reach one of her partners, who flat out refuses because she "doesn't know me" and doesn't know if "the diagnosis is accurate." Apparently her partner's word is nothing to her. It's not like we were asking for a prescription, mind, just an approval of a refill which her partner will do as soon as she comes back. Well, this one demands that I have a blood test and that she's allowed to see me first (all of this would extend till, what? The end of next week? Fuck it, my doctor's coming home on Monday! Not to mention, I suppose she expects me to pay for all of this with all of that wonderful money that we lounge around in all day, that delightful stockpiling of cash we have just laying around!)
The thing is, the infection's so bad now that it'll take hold again with a vengeance with only one day missed; it'll just make it that much more difficult to get rid of the damned thing! I've already sacrificed one of my psychiatric meds to it (it said "interaction," but it was more like a boxing match in my gut every morning!) and had enough afternoons spent in the bathroom doubled over and puking up, well, whatever would come. It might seem like a relief to get away from that, at least for a little while, but I'm afraid the symptoms will be just as bad as they were at first if I miss a week, not to mention the fact that it's already screwed up my sleeping and menstrual cycle, and now both of those things will have a full week to adjust otherwise!
I really hate doctors. It's starting to feel like, while this is my well being in their hands, it's rather a lark to them and it's my own fault if I don't play it the way they want. I feel sick as a dog, I plan on feeling worse, if only just about myself as I watch the nastiness on my skin get worse again not to mention the actual physical symptoms.
Peace, Ghani
So my sister and my brother spend a considerable amount of the morning calling her office, trying to get anyone there to approve a renewal. Finally, they reach one of her partners, who flat out refuses because she "doesn't know me" and doesn't know if "the diagnosis is accurate." Apparently her partner's word is nothing to her. It's not like we were asking for a prescription, mind, just an approval of a refill which her partner will do as soon as she comes back. Well, this one demands that I have a blood test and that she's allowed to see me first (all of this would extend till, what? The end of next week? Fuck it, my doctor's coming home on Monday! Not to mention, I suppose she expects me to pay for all of this with all of that wonderful money that we lounge around in all day, that delightful stockpiling of cash we have just laying around!)
The thing is, the infection's so bad now that it'll take hold again with a vengeance with only one day missed; it'll just make it that much more difficult to get rid of the damned thing! I've already sacrificed one of my psychiatric meds to it (it said "interaction," but it was more like a boxing match in my gut every morning!) and had enough afternoons spent in the bathroom doubled over and puking up, well, whatever would come. It might seem like a relief to get away from that, at least for a little while, but I'm afraid the symptoms will be just as bad as they were at first if I miss a week, not to mention the fact that it's already screwed up my sleeping and menstrual cycle, and now both of those things will have a full week to adjust otherwise!
I really hate doctors. It's starting to feel like, while this is my well being in their hands, it's rather a lark to them and it's my own fault if I don't play it the way they want. I feel sick as a dog, I plan on feeling worse, if only just about myself as I watch the nastiness on my skin get worse again not to mention the actual physical symptoms.
Peace, Ghani
