Arrite. Most of you probably don't know the saga of teh's guts for the last half-year or so.
Really long and uncomfy story short, I've suffered digestive issues and nausea, to the point where I couldn't do much, if anything.
Got an appointment, somehow lasted a month when I didn't think I'd be able to, mostly due to a witches' brew called Swedish Bitters.
Pungent, but not nearly as bad as some digestives I've tasted in the past.
Anyway. Survived, went to the appointment at the gastroenterologist.
...
Bad: he told me it was most likely stress. Sounded dangerously close to "it's all in your head, and it's doing stuff to your body." Which very well could be the case, but damn if that's a dumbshit reason (on my end) to be sick.
Also told my mother that her long-standing diagnosis of hypoglycemia was most likely incorrect, as it's rare. Yeah, but wtf else is it hm? (came up because I have a similar problem, she was explaining how we came to that conclusion) Also told me that I seem like the type of person to be high strung, anxious, and a million-miles-an-hour. ... Uh, no. I drama, and then it's over in a half-hour or less--unless something is actually wrong, like when my blood sugar bottomed out last August (I can tell if you want), and I physically cannot get over it. I had no idea what was going on, I thought the world was ending. (no lie. It was bad times.
)
Good: gave me two options, as I didn't show the typical signs of disease: 1) do nothing, as I've been doing (ever so slowly) better since taking the Concoction.
and 2) scope down the throat, biopsies. I went with nothing.
He did acknowledge that he didn't know everything, and that he wanted me to call every few weeks to give him an update, because their practice is stupid-busy and booked for months.
But still. Calling me high-strung? 4 srs? I don't even get mad as stuff most people get mad at.
Mom says it's because most people aren't used to dealing with ADD/H people, and my stream-of-consciousness-multiple-threads-anticipaty-fast talk seems manic. I was talking like that because I knew what I was saying, and have explained it several times.
tl; dr: Doc is competent, but wedges me into a hole I'm not completely happy with as a patient, but is still a good doc. I guess.
EDIT: forgot to add "some people just need to be told there's nothing wrong with them," and "you may be like this the rest of your life, and there's nothing we can do about it; this might just be the way you are now." Verbatim. /depressed
Really long and uncomfy story short, I've suffered digestive issues and nausea, to the point where I couldn't do much, if anything.
Got an appointment, somehow lasted a month when I didn't think I'd be able to, mostly due to a witches' brew called Swedish Bitters.
Pungent, but not nearly as bad as some digestives I've tasted in the past.
Anyway. Survived, went to the appointment at the gastroenterologist.
...
Bad: he told me it was most likely stress. Sounded dangerously close to "it's all in your head, and it's doing stuff to your body." Which very well could be the case, but damn if that's a dumbshit reason (on my end) to be sick.
Also told my mother that her long-standing diagnosis of hypoglycemia was most likely incorrect, as it's rare. Yeah, but wtf else is it hm? (came up because I have a similar problem, she was explaining how we came to that conclusion) Also told me that I seem like the type of person to be high strung, anxious, and a million-miles-an-hour. ... Uh, no. I drama, and then it's over in a half-hour or less--unless something is actually wrong, like when my blood sugar bottomed out last August (I can tell if you want), and I physically cannot get over it. I had no idea what was going on, I thought the world was ending. (no lie. It was bad times.
)Good: gave me two options, as I didn't show the typical signs of disease: 1) do nothing, as I've been doing (ever so slowly) better since taking the Concoction.
and 2) scope down the throat, biopsies. I went with nothing.
He did acknowledge that he didn't know everything, and that he wanted me to call every few weeks to give him an update, because their practice is stupid-busy and booked for months.
But still. Calling me high-strung? 4 srs? I don't even get mad as stuff most people get mad at.
Mom says it's because most people aren't used to dealing with ADD/H people, and my stream-of-consciousness-multiple-threads-anticipaty-fast talk seems manic. I was talking like that because I knew what I was saying, and have explained it several times. tl; dr: Doc is competent, but wedges me into a hole I'm not completely happy with as a patient, but is still a good doc. I guess.
EDIT: forgot to add "some people just need to be told there's nothing wrong with them," and "you may be like this the rest of your life, and there's nothing we can do about it; this might just be the way you are now." Verbatim. /depressed


), believe you me I will be calling Dr.Gastroenterologist.
(Mom and I are strangely similar, so we do a lot of comparing and contrasting.)
It's so weird...and frustrating. 

why do I get the impression that he's had to use this speech a lot?
)
So glad my mom can help! She's going to be happy when she hears too! Yaaay Internet Power! Connecting weirdos everywhere!
I'm glad I can laugh at my mental pacing now...
I repeat myself too much. Annwy...
This is one reason why I'm dating him: he gets me, or at least tries to very, very hard.
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