Mar 08, 2009
So I called the Dr's office and told the secretary that I just could not wait until my Neuro came back from surgery that I felt it was too long and my husband and I had questions and needed answers! She told me that his last day was March 19 and she had an opening on March 18. I told her I would take IT! She asked me what had been going on and I gave her a quick run down and she logged it in the computer. She asked if I had the results from the MRI and I said Yes that they were normal and that is why we have some questions and need some answers! She told me to write down everything and keep a journal. I told her I had but that when I came the first time he didn't read it and I was willing to copy it for him before I come this time if it would help. She said she could do that for me. She said for my husband to write down anything he wanted to as well and to write down the symptoms that are the most troubling right now. I said you GOT IT! I feel very hopeful and I have learned that it is ok to go in and be a little more aggressive and to get out what I need to say. So I'm going in this time and I'm going to lay it all out. I'm going to tell this Dr that it's not what I asked for, I didn't want to have my body just quit working some days for several weeks. I'm afraid that if I don't know what's going on that one of my kids could get sick later in life and I can't help them. I'm going to tell him about the rude Dr's I've seen and that it's not easy going to a new Dr and then hearing repeatedly that you are either depressed or anxious when you know good and well you are not. I'm going to tell him that I've done what every person has asked of me, when they said I was fat, I lost 115lbs and when they said it was my medicine we came off the medicine and everything has remained the same. I am also going to tell him that he can't possibly imagine what it's like to be 28 years old and have to get your 54 year old mother to ride with you everywhere or help you pick your kids up or some days help you get the vacuum out, or drive your car for you, or take your son to school because you can't drive or pick you up off the floor when you fall or finish your words for you when they don't come out right. It must be embarrassing for my 8 year old as well and to not be able to explain anything to him is hard for me. Not sad, just hard. I'd like to know what the deal is already! This is what I'm going in there and telling him and I'm going to say if you can't help me to find out what is going on then I'm going to keep looking for someone who will!
I pray for you all and here is hoping that with God's help there is a light at the end of this tunnel no matter what it is! One day at a time!