Unfiltered Story #216028

, , | Unfiltered | November 20, 2020

(Ever since her knee surgery I haven’t seen my regular dermatologist, instead I see one of her two assistants. PA1 is ex-military, very brusk, and doesn’t like to do anything extra. PA2 is extremely sweet, a better doctor than my actual dermatologist, and was the first to figure out I have Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. I go in once a year for a mole check as skin cancer is what ultimately killed my paternal grandma. This time I’m stuck with PA1. It should be noted because of my PCOS I’m under the care of an endocrinologist so I get my blood tested every three months. The PCOS has contributed to weight gain over the years so yes, I am fat.)

Me: While I’m here – my feet have been super itchy. It’s just like I have ants crawling all over them.

PA1: *doesn’t even bother to look at my feet* That’s because you’re diabetic.

Me: No I’m not. My bloodwork shows my blood sugars are well within normal range. I’m not even pre-diabetic.

PA1: If you feet are itching like that it’s because you’re diabetic and have neuropathy.

Me: I just saw my endocrinologist recently and I am NOT diabetic. All my bloodwork shows everything is normal except for being severely anemic.

PA1: I’ll prescribe a steroid but you’re diabetic and have neuropathy.

*She prescribes a topical steroid that does absolutely zlitch for the itchiness. I end up finding more relief from a medicated powder from the dollar store. Also my blood work over the next year confirms I’m STILL not diabetic. On top of that my feet are very ticklish, so obviously no neuropathy. Cut to my next mole check, this time I get PA2.*

PA2: *noticing the smell of medicated foot powder* Are you having problems with your feet? *she begins to examine my feet*

Me: Yes, they itch a lot. (PA1) insisted I have diabetes and neuropathy but she prescribed something anyway – it didn’t work.

PA2: You don’t have diabetes or neuropathy. You have a foot fungus.

(PA2 prescribed a foam and a special powder. Within a week my itchy feet stopped itching. And according to my endocrinologist – I’m STILL not diabetic.)

That Snow Way To Behave At The Doctors

, , , | Right | November 19, 2020

I work in a very small office; just the doctor and me. Most of the time, I get to work about twenty minutes before we open, and my most frequent issue is people showing up way too early and then trying to follow me inside.

This morning, a patient is banging on the door incessantly for several minutes; I start timing her about a minute in.

I’m doing my best to ignore this woman. We are not the type of office to come to for a medical emergency. It’s still about ten minutes until open and I’m finishing up my pre-work tasks.

The patient continues to bang loudly on the door. I finally lose my patience and go up to the door, unlock it, and crack it open so I can speak with the woman, who has her grown son with her. They immediately try to push me aside to come in.

Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but we don’t open up for another ten minutes, and there are some things I still need to finish before I can let you in. Besides, the doctor is not here yet.”

Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say, because she is instantly furious.

Patient: “How dare you keep us waiting out here?! My son has a cast and we came early so he could walk over the icy sidewalk and take his time!”

This is the icy sidewalk that I have just finished shoveling and salting.

Patient: “You should have let us in immediately because he has an appointment right now!”

Me: “Ma’am, the appointment is in about ten minutes, and as I said, the doctor is not here. Also, the closed sign is up and my lights are off, indicating that we are closed. I will let you in this time because it is cold out, but please remember in the future that the doors will not be unlocked until a few minutes prior to our listed opening times.”

Patient: “I cannot believe this! You are horrible at this job!”

The patient’s son steps in and starts to tell me how rude I am being to his mother. I’ve had enough at this point, so I put my sign-in sheet on the counter and ask the son to sign in. He’s still berating me. I finally get them back to a room, while they’re still b****ing at me, and then I send the doctor a heads-up text, explaining what happened.

When the doctor gets to the office, he heads straight into the exam room, where the patient and her son start telling him that I screamed at them and physically threw a clipboard at the mom’s head. I’m listening to this crap and just fuming at my desk.

The doctor, of course, took my side, although he still worked with the patient that day. We thankfully have not seen this power couple since, although another (perfectly nice) family member continued to come in until they moved away.

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Unfiltered Story #216008

, , , | Unfiltered | November 19, 2020

Around when I was fourteen I started to develop back pain. I assumed the cause was due to labor intensive summer coupled with a large growth spurt had resulted in some malformation or damage to my spine. For several years I lived with regular back pain that would worsen on occasion with activity.
At seventeen, I was in a class that was using an old fashioned overhead projector. The bright light from the projector in an otherwise dim room was causing my eyes to hurt and water. I went to an ophthalmologist who found that my irises were inflamed and forcing my pupils to remain dilated, which is why light hurt them so much. She diagnosed it as an eye infection and gave me steroid eye drops to deal with it.
The drops worked, but the problem came back about after about eight months. The doctor said sometimes an infection can reoccur once or twice and gave the same prescription as before. This time the problem came back after 5 months, then three, then one, and finally it reached a point where I was taking the drops daily to combat the swelling.
Eventually the ophthalmologist recommended me to a specialist in eye disease and after a number of tests over several weeks he asked if I had any joint pain. When I responded yes he gave me a referral to a rheumatologist. The only one who accepted our insurance and treated juveniles was refusing new patients, but after my mom broke down in tears to her that I was losing my eyesight she consented to see me. At this point I was sitting in a room with no lights with the tv at its lowest brightness setting, and even that caused my eyes to water constantly.
The rheumatologist ordered some blood tests and was able to diagnose me with a autoimmune condition where the body attacks the tissue in between joints, and in 40% of cases the sclera of the eye. She gave me a shot of a powerful anti-inflammatory/immuno-suppressant drug and in a few days my eyes were fine.
In the end my vision decreased by over two points over a year and a half. The joint problems have worsened as I’ve aged, but thankfully my eyes have been fine as long as I keep up my medication.

Unfiltered Story #216004

, | Unfiltered | November 19, 2020

My SO had a gastroscopy and colonoscopy, under full anaesthesia. Since he’s not supposed to be alone for the first hours after that, I went to pick him up. He messaged me from his phone – complete nonsense, as he was just waking up.

I asked the nurse if I can go into the wake-up room, or bring him a piece of paper to write down what the doctor tells him (about which medicine to take in the next days, and when to ask for a revisit). I was not allowed.

Half an hour later, he stumbles out of the room, still visibly under the influence of anaesthesia. And the front desk nurse gets mad at him for not remembering a single thing the doctor told him while he was half awake.

Unfiltered Story #215992

, , | Unfiltered | November 19, 2020

(I’ve been in the hospital a lot over the past two years. They’ve always diagnosed me with a UTI, given me antibiotics, and sent me on my way. I go to my doctor with my newest one. He notices my health history.)
Doctor: So, you’ve had these symptoms popping up every so often for the past two years?
Me: Yeah, they last a week or so before antibiotics clear them up.
Doctor: Huh, that’s weird. (He goes through his laptop for a minute.) Okay, so we’re gonna run some tests and have an ultrasound done. I’m thinking it’s not your bladder.
(I have blood tests done and get referred for an ultrasound. I come back about a month later.)
Doctor: Okay, I got your results. Turns out I was right, you have gallstones.
(I had surgery a few weeks later and my ‘mysterious’ UTIs stopped.)