![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I'll never trust a doctor again.
Apr. 5th, 2006 08:37 amI've been having pretty severe knee pain, getting progressively worse over the past few months. I can pinpoint the spot where the pain is coming from. I know when it started, and what caused it. And I finally got the Army to accept responsibility for the incident that caused it. So last Friday night, I had an MRI. And the test results? NORMAL.
I'm sorry, but I don't fucking believe that for a minute.
I've been a distance runner for 12 years. I've played competitive sports ever since I was old enough to comprehend "first across the finish line wins". I've done pushups on a broken hand. I've run on twisted ankles. I ignored a broken finger on my shooting hand because I didn't want to miss a single game of the basketball season. (I swore it was just jammed - until my mother dragged me in for x-rays a month later.) I'd like to think I don't whine about nonexistant injuries. And here these people are telling me that despite the fact that there are days I can barely walk, and I get sharp shooting pains right through the outside of my knee, my knee gives out when I bend it wrong, and the last time I tried to run I couldn't even bend my knee for hours afterwards, there's nothing wrong?!?
I've always said I don't trust doctors, and now I know why.
They want to refer me out to orthopedics now. I don't know where they're sending me. Somewhere up in New Hampshire, because that's my home of record, despite the fact that I spend more time in Massachusetts now, and I'll have to miss a day of work to get up there. It'll probably be weeks before anyone looks at my case. WEEKS more of having to hobble around, with the pain getting progressively worse. I don't want to whine, but I'm fucking FURIOUS. I've had it. I had a doctor blow me off three times over six weeks when I had pneumonia. I was told that a severe migraine I got a few months after a really nasty head injury was just a figment of my imagination and was given antidepressants, despite the fact that I was as happy as I'd ever been. I was told when I had mono that I... didn't. I was told that a spider bite on my hand was an "allergic reaction to my acne cream", even though I told the arsehole that I was allergic to spiders and the spot had been burning and throbbing for three days. When I had a cyst on my ovary burst, the emergency room nurse very rudely insinuated that (at the age of 14), I couldn't possibly be a virgin, and I must be pregnant, and she wouldn't stop being rude to me until the pregnancy test came back negative. FOURTEEN YEARS OLD! The fucking bitch!
So, give me one good reason why I should EVER trust these people again? Hipocratic oath my bloody arse. They can all go screw.
Oh, and I've got a physical this afternoon. This ought to be entertaining.
I'm sorry, but I don't fucking believe that for a minute.
I've been a distance runner for 12 years. I've played competitive sports ever since I was old enough to comprehend "first across the finish line wins". I've done pushups on a broken hand. I've run on twisted ankles. I ignored a broken finger on my shooting hand because I didn't want to miss a single game of the basketball season. (I swore it was just jammed - until my mother dragged me in for x-rays a month later.) I'd like to think I don't whine about nonexistant injuries. And here these people are telling me that despite the fact that there are days I can barely walk, and I get sharp shooting pains right through the outside of my knee, my knee gives out when I bend it wrong, and the last time I tried to run I couldn't even bend my knee for hours afterwards, there's nothing wrong?!?
I've always said I don't trust doctors, and now I know why.
They want to refer me out to orthopedics now. I don't know where they're sending me. Somewhere up in New Hampshire, because that's my home of record, despite the fact that I spend more time in Massachusetts now, and I'll have to miss a day of work to get up there. It'll probably be weeks before anyone looks at my case. WEEKS more of having to hobble around, with the pain getting progressively worse. I don't want to whine, but I'm fucking FURIOUS. I've had it. I had a doctor blow me off three times over six weeks when I had pneumonia. I was told that a severe migraine I got a few months after a really nasty head injury was just a figment of my imagination and was given antidepressants, despite the fact that I was as happy as I'd ever been. I was told when I had mono that I... didn't. I was told that a spider bite on my hand was an "allergic reaction to my acne cream", even though I told the arsehole that I was allergic to spiders and the spot had been burning and throbbing for three days. When I had a cyst on my ovary burst, the emergency room nurse very rudely insinuated that (at the age of 14), I couldn't possibly be a virgin, and I must be pregnant, and she wouldn't stop being rude to me until the pregnancy test came back negative. FOURTEEN YEARS OLD! The fucking bitch!
So, give me one good reason why I should EVER trust these people again? Hipocratic oath my bloody arse. They can all go screw.
Oh, and I've got a physical this afternoon. This ought to be entertaining.
