I don't think I ever wrote about my ill-fated neurology appointments on here, and a recent thread reminded me of him. Unfortunately.
All right, a bit of background. I've had constant, nonstop headaches since about 11. Basically, I have a headache all day, every day. Intensity varies [and sometimes it truly is barely there], but I honestly cannot remember the last time I didn't have a headache.
My parents got me glasses [I'm nearsighted and have astigmatism], fixed my teeth [had an overbite--also have TMJ], etc. These things...helped. But didn't get rid of them at all. I saw a p/t for neck exercises...nothing.
Finally, my doctor referred me to a neurologist when I was 16. As far as I can remember, he wasn't all that bad at first. The problem was how he kept putting me on medications. I think I was on like over 10 medications in a year. Everything from amitriptylene to some kind of heart medication or something. Just throwing drugs at me in an attempt to see if anything worked, but I was never on one drug long enough to ACTUALLY see if it worked. And every time I went there, it seemed I got a new drug and went through the same damn reflex/neurology tests.
Then he wanted me to get an MRI. To get the money for this, my dad had to sell his Westie. To his credit, he has never held that over my head, and he could have. But even without that, I felt REALLY guilty. I still feel guilty, to be honest.
Well...the MRI didn't show anything unusual.
And at that point, he basically told me to my face that he thought I was faking and I might as well not bother coming back if the last drug didn't work.
Thanks for nothing, asshole.
All right, a bit of background. I've had constant, nonstop headaches since about 11. Basically, I have a headache all day, every day. Intensity varies [and sometimes it truly is barely there], but I honestly cannot remember the last time I didn't have a headache.
My parents got me glasses [I'm nearsighted and have astigmatism], fixed my teeth [had an overbite--also have TMJ], etc. These things...helped. But didn't get rid of them at all. I saw a p/t for neck exercises...nothing.
Finally, my doctor referred me to a neurologist when I was 16. As far as I can remember, he wasn't all that bad at first. The problem was how he kept putting me on medications. I think I was on like over 10 medications in a year. Everything from amitriptylene to some kind of heart medication or something. Just throwing drugs at me in an attempt to see if anything worked, but I was never on one drug long enough to ACTUALLY see if it worked. And every time I went there, it seemed I got a new drug and went through the same damn reflex/neurology tests.
Then he wanted me to get an MRI. To get the money for this, my dad had to sell his Westie. To his credit, he has never held that over my head, and he could have. But even without that, I felt REALLY guilty. I still feel guilty, to be honest.
Well...the MRI didn't show anything unusual.
And at that point, he basically told me to my face that he thought I was faking and I might as well not bother coming back if the last drug didn't work.
Thanks for nothing, asshole.
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