The first specialist that my family doctor sent me to was a neurologist. She was to be the main doctor. Her job was to take care of the many issues I had, sort of dissect me.
I was a total mess. I was in so much pain that I could have cried. Every joint in my body was screaming with pain. I hurt so bad that my bones hurt. My head was spinning so much that at times I would end up on the floor, I was fortunate that I never had a wreck. Headaches were terrible. My jaws hurt and my teeth hurt. (Yet I would force myself to hold a keep up with the house work.)
I had to fill out lots of paperwork and go through several tests. I saw a chart on the wall with lots of symptoms on it. I had thirteen out of the fifteen. That can be sort of frightening or even intimidating, you really do not know what to think. Even worse, while you are sitting and waiting in the patient room you get to wondering what are they going to do with you.
The thing that aggravates me the most with doctors is that they expect you to answer on a chart of 1-10 how bad is your pain. I would tell them off the chart. It always came back to 1-10. I knew that someone else’s 10 was my 100 + because of my high pain level. It is so hard to have someone else understand your pain level, as well as to try to explain it.
I found out that this doctor turned out to be a friend, that I could count on her for help. She sent me to the right doctors for the symptoms I had. She saw everything through to the end, for between 5 and 6 years. When she saw that everything had been addressed and that she had done all for me that she could she let me go. It was with the understanding that if I needed to see her for help all I had to do is call.
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