Sanity check [f:f]
Apr. 6th, 2007 00:16![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
torquillThank goodness for the weekly dinner/TV/sanity evening. I feel better now.
I saw the internist (Dr. Ferguson) today. In short: he managed to decide within two minutes or so that I was wasting his time, and so proceeded to waste mine. So, even though he's wisely determined that my breathing problems stem from a mundane anxiety disorder, he appreciates the fact that I seem rather worked up over it, so he checked my ears and throat and ordered a blood panel. Oh, and he wants a chest xray just to make extra sure that there's nothing obstructing my lungs, 'cause, y'know, I was so worried about the whole thing.
Doctors like him are why I stopped trying to find out what the hell was going on with me.
I seem to have settled down enough that I no longer have the urge to punch something ("people with anxiety often have the sensation of being short of breath" GAAAAH) but I'm still angry. I'll chew it over to decide what I want to tell Dr. Kono about all this, since Dr. Ferguson would be able to see my note as well. I also have to decide whether I want to do the fasting blood panel, since I'm guessing not much has changed since I had everything done five years ago. (I have a stack of test results including liver, thyroid, blood sugar, and all the other tests he ordered today, plus many others he hadn't. All perfectly normal.)
I've discovered that I still don't have the guts to say "bullshit" to a doctor's face. Though I came pretty damn close this time.
On the bright side, I'm at the end of the day without anything worse than a scratchy throat. Given that it feels like strep, that's no small feat. It'll flare up again in the middle of the night, but I feel pretty confident that I'll be able to whup it... I just hope it doesn't take more than the 40 grams of vitamin C and several doses of yin chiao I took today. If it doesn't get any worse, I'm unlikely to be contagious. If it does, I'm taking a train to Davis tomorrow and skipping my weekend plans. Sigh. (There's motivation to get better!)
I saw the internist (Dr. Ferguson) today. In short: he managed to decide within two minutes or so that I was wasting his time, and so proceeded to waste mine. So, even though he's wisely determined that my breathing problems stem from a mundane anxiety disorder, he appreciates the fact that I seem rather worked up over it, so he checked my ears and throat and ordered a blood panel. Oh, and he wants a chest xray just to make extra sure that there's nothing obstructing my lungs, 'cause, y'know, I was so worried about the whole thing.
Doctors like him are why I stopped trying to find out what the hell was going on with me.
I seem to have settled down enough that I no longer have the urge to punch something ("people with anxiety often have the sensation of being short of breath" GAAAAH) but I'm still angry. I'll chew it over to decide what I want to tell Dr. Kono about all this, since Dr. Ferguson would be able to see my note as well. I also have to decide whether I want to do the fasting blood panel, since I'm guessing not much has changed since I had everything done five years ago. (I have a stack of test results including liver, thyroid, blood sugar, and all the other tests he ordered today, plus many others he hadn't. All perfectly normal.)
I've discovered that I still don't have the guts to say "bullshit" to a doctor's face. Though I came pretty damn close this time.
On the bright side, I'm at the end of the day without anything worse than a scratchy throat. Given that it feels like strep, that's no small feat. It'll flare up again in the middle of the night, but I feel pretty confident that I'll be able to whup it... I just hope it doesn't take more than the 40 grams of vitamin C and several doses of yin chiao I took today. If it doesn't get any worse, I'm unlikely to be contagious. If it does, I'm taking a train to Davis tomorrow and skipping my weekend plans. Sigh. (There's motivation to get better!)
