For 26 years I was diagnosed as having ânervesâ and that all my pain was induced by said nerves. Same with my chronic anemia which I had had since birth. Most of this came from my mother being officially diagnosed as âneuroticâ, so by default the daughter must be too.
When I told my new female doctor this, she looked at me down the length of her nose from behind her glasses and said âwell honey, thatâs not rightâ and ordered a veritable assault of tests.
In that year it was discovered that a) I have a severe allergy to the protein strain in red meat that had been slowly killing me for all those years b) chronic acid reflux due to damage caused by this (Also this went some way to explaining my bulimia because I wasnât actively mentally following the same behavioral patterns of an eating disorder, but because I was a young female throwing up daily it MUST be bulimia and I was just in âdenialâ which lead to being prescribed sedatives at the age of 10) which Iâm still struggling with c) a failing gallbladder due to the red meat (now somewhat recovered) d) a possible autoimmune disease weâre still trying to figure out which may now be linked to my teeth problems.
Unsurprisingly after I stopped eating red meat my body bounced back (if you guys think Iâm sick now you have no idea) and for the first time in my entire life since birth, I am no longer considered anemic.
I had blood transfusions for that shit.
And it took for a nurse back home who knew I was moving to America to say âmaybe you should be tested for celiacâ cause not one motherfucker in my male gp office had ever thought to do so. Her thought that it was celiac was wrong, but her hunch about it being something I was eating was right.
In 2015 I sliced my hand open pretty bad, there was blood everywhere and ETD had to rush me to hospital for stitches. When the doctor came in he tuted about me being clumsy, administered a local anaesthetic and waited. When he began stitching me up I started screaming and only stayed in the chair because ETD was holding my shoulders. Another shot was administered and I still had full sensation. Another and another andâat which point he gave up and just sewed the wound shut and told me to be braver. When I had the stitches removed 2 weeks later by a nurse the wound was still open, still bleeding and she immediately said âdid a man do this?â and rolled her eyes when I said yes. Apparently the wound was bad enough my hand should have been splinted to keep it imobile. Itâs been two years and it still aches.
Six months after that I was admitted with breathing difficulties and chest pain. The same doctor looked at me, looked at my chart where it said âgeneral anxietyâ and said âitâs probably thatâ despite my female pcp telling me to go to the ER asap, and tried to dismiss me by prescribing sleeping tablets. At which point he turned to ETD and tried to make out I was hysterical with a nudge and a wink, to which ETD requested very calmly in the tones of one getting ready to throttle a mother fucker, that they perform a physical and an EKG as per my doctorâs requests. He did, begrudgingly, the stethoscope barely touched me and the EKG came back normal.
The next day I went to see my pcp who did a full exam, made me breathe into a tube and listened to my chest, then near threw her stethoscope at the wall and said âoh my God you have asthma, did he not do a physical what the fâŚokay hereâs what we doâ and put me on meds for severe allergies (no longer covered by my health insurance, yay) and asthma medication for the summer when the pollen in MN attempts to murder me. When I called her this week to let her know I was having further allergic reactions she didnât even hesitate to write an urgent referal, scheduled for next month when I have insurance again.
So far the only positive male experience I have had in the medical field is my new dentist, and heâs a hippy âhonk if youâre a feministâ mad scientist whose wife runs his business and only hires women because, and I quote âI can trust them to look after my patientsâ. His whole practice was built on catering to weird cases like mine when he realized no one else was. Before him I had a whole host of male dentists who looked at my severe chronic pain and said the medical equivalent of âwell, sucks to be youâ and let me walk away with the medical equivalent of a ticking time bomb in my jaw bone. They didnât give a fuck if they hurt me either, they just said âman you are hard to pleaseâ, like anyone in their sane mind WANTS to retain full sensitivity in their face while having a root canal. Iâm now in the process of having several teeth removed, as well as all remaining botched amalgam fillings which, wait for itâhave higher levels of MERCURY in them than is actually allowed, and have been LEAKING FOR THE LAST FIVE YEARS (Boy does that explain some things let me tell you)
But y'know. Iâm just one of them there picky females making a mountain out of a molehill and over exaggerating my pain for attention. đđđ
So yes. This is my EXACT experience.
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