I survived a ruptured brain aneurysm on my anterior communicating artery that went un diagnosed for 5 days.
I survived the Vaso spasms that resulted from that late diagnoses,
I survived the 2 wk stay at the NICU. lol.
I have somehow managed to survive 2 ssi denial letters and keep my home.
I have survived the numerous calls from Bill Collecters. (I have no insurance.)
God I hope I can survive my Doctors. Luckily I was finally able to find a new primary care Dr.who listens to me, and discusses things with me, and BELIEVES me. That is really hard to do when you don't have insurance.
I didn't have a pcp before my emergency room visit. I was discharged with the orders to find one. I did the best I could do. with one less paycheck coming in. I had to go to a clinic with sliding scale, just to get my meds refilled. Way back on my first visit, I told my pcp, that I was losing patches of hair, and that I thought it was from the radiation i had been exposed to during my angio. He said that there is no radiation in an angio. that this baldness was due to a fungus. Now, I now know that it wasn't the angio, but the no contrast dye that they used. but I have never been to medical school. and I have an aquired brain injury, that makes it real hard to find out the correct info on my own......... Would love to know what his problem is.
He was concerned however with my Blood results. My thyroid numbers were off, and although my good cholesterol numbers were good, and my bad cholesterol numbers were good, my triglycerides were extremely high. He decided that sometimes after surgery your numbers are really wacked out, so he wanted to wait 3 mos, and then send me for another blood test. 3 mos later, he finally decided to put me on 25mcg of synthroid. and test again in 3 mos. He still couldn't figure out why my Triglycerides were high. Funny how when I google High triglycerides, Hypothyroidism comes up.
Well, over the next 3-5 months, I packed on 60 lbs. I can chalk all of it up to quitting smoking, I will take credit for that, but......... I kept explaining to him that for over 2 months of that time, I had completely changed my life style. I was eating Healthier than anyone I know. I was walking a very brisk mile every morning the second I got out of bed. I only drink water, I was doing 30 min of cardio kick boxing every other day, then 30 min of strength training on the opposite days. but not only was I still gaining, I didn't have the energy to do what I was doing, let alone anymore. He finally did another blood test, and increased my synthroid to 50 mcg.
I had tried to talk to this ass about my anger problems, and the attention problems, and the memory problems, and he didn't ask me any questions, just said I was going through menopause, and He wanted to put me on prozac. I told him that I really thought it was from the brain trauma, and he said he has tons of patients with brain trauma, and none of them are angry, this is menopause. these things, and other stupid wrong things he said to me. (lol. along with my anger problem, and my behavioral problems) I dug my feet in and said there was absolutely no way I would ever see that man again.
Of course a couple of weeks later, my blood pressure is through the roof, and I have to go back to him. Lucky for me, he was on vacation, so I got to see his physicians assistant. She was really nice, but I still never thought she believed a word about my exercise or diet. Each time I saw her, I had gained another 10 lbs, and she didn't care. She kept saying don't worry about it, I had been through alot, she was convinced that I was depressed and that it was normal for what I had been through. (I am so not depressed. I love being the new me. I am just really frustrated with almost all of the so called medical proffesionals I have had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting in this past year and a half. ) needless to say, the last time I saw her, another 10 lbs, another don't worry about it. My husband told her that I felt like she didn't believe me that I was over excersizing, and dieting. and she said of course she believed me. but 5 min later, she said that maybe i was a candidate for lap band surgery. I could have kicked her in the teeth.
Decided to give the Health Dept a try. but it took 2 months to get an apt. then another month to see the Dr. to go over my blood test results. Now I have to say, this Dr. is awesome. He changed my meds, got rid of ones I didn't need, I feel human again. but from my test results, upped my synthroid to 75 mcg, and then informed me that I have type 2 diabetes. and that with some meds, and my extra synthroid, I should not only feel better, but I will probably lose weight. I think I shocked the DR. with my excitement. But it was like finally, I am not crazy there really is something wrong.
The next day though, while doing research. it hit me. This is a serious disease, maybe even more serious than the hypertension, or the aneurysm. Did you know that more people die annually from type 2 diabetes then breast cancer and aids combined. I have been eating an almost diabetic diet for a year, and exercising every day. and I developed diabetes? Did you know that hypothyroidism left unchecked can cause Diabetes. Did I get Diabetes, because My Dr had this extreme ego problem, and I have a communication problem? I have to be direct and to the point to get my point across quickly, or I will forget. I wasn't telling him how to do his job.
I kept laughing for the past year, that I was just going to wake up skinny, that something would give, and my metabolism would kick in. Well, since I have started the diabetes meds, and more synthroid, I have lost a pound a day. That is kind of scary too, I have always been of the mind set that slow and steady wins the race. but ... lol. I have done the time. I have put in the work, I deserve this. I want to lose a pound a day. and it has nothing to do with vanity. I lost all of that with my old self. I just want so desperately to be healthy.
Sorry this was so long. its really a condensed version of how terrible this Dr was.