I have been to the doctor/hospital more times in the the last couple of years than I have my entire adult life. It’s getting quite homely in the waiting room at my local surgery. The Doc asks me how the kids are and what we got up to at the weekend. I’m half expecting her to invite me for Christmas.
I basically have all these symptoms that the professionals are failing to connect together, like some really crappy 3 year old’s dot-dot-dot picture. Why do they insist on treating things one specific thing at a time? No big picture here….oh no.
Headaches and dizziness - Neurologist (Nothing wrong. Must be cluster headaches).
Palpitations/shortness of breath - Heart Specialist (heart beating fine in that millisecond of time. Pop a pill each time it happens).
Joint/muscle pain - Rheumatologist (Not Rheumatoid arthritis, maybe wear and tear).
Insomnia - drink a hot drink and have a bath (you are f&*king kidding me?).
That’s it? That’s all you can give me? I’m falling apart but there’s nothing wrong? Pop heart pills and Ibuprofen every day, ideally in the bath, washed down with hot milk……? I’ve basically got Google’s Error 404 code slapped across my forehead. No-one knows what it is or what it’s for, we can only assume it signifies “We know f&*king nothing, maybe YOU can come up with something….”
“So, in the meantime, we’ll just throw random pills at it, but not actually talk to eachother” Sorry for the swearing, Mum. I’m clearly still processing.
My way of discharging all this relatively nonsensical rubbish is to write. I feel so much better now. *Breathes*