Rant.
Why are doctors so careless? Like they’d rather just not address something simply because they don’t want to deal with it. Or invalidate and gaslight their patients because they couldn’t possibly believe that their patient could have something that’s any sort of “rare”.
This is why patients end up with stage 4 incurable cancer, because their dumbass doctors chose to ignore an issue that their patient complained of and chalked it up to anxiety or depression or obesity.
There are very few doctors that actually sit down with their patients and truly listen and help them. The ones that choose to go above and beyond to help with patients. They believe them and let their patients know that they are there for them.
Those are the doctors that actually matter. The other ones could give up their medical degrees and the world wouldn’t be a different place, if anything it would be a better place because then patients wouldn’t have to be gaslit and disregarded by those bastards.
I’m so fucking sick of having medical issues and needing to rely on doctors that I frankly don’t even trust.
I wouldn’t wish having medical issues on anyone. Not only because the health side of it sucks but honestly the majority of the pain is finding a good medical care team, which is incredibly rare.
I’ve had doctors tell me to get outside more and go on walks, drink more water, lose some weight, take cinnamon supplements, not do a test because there’s simply nothing that can be done if it shows up positive (which was a lie), and so many other ridiculous things.
Why do you think my mental health took a crash last spring? I was so fucking done having medical issues that doctors wouldn’t listen to me about. I was actively living in a body that wanted to reject me and all of the doctors I tried to talk to honestly didn’t give a fuck or didn’t want to take the time to figure out my issues because they were complicated (and not an easy fix).
Some days I get so angry with all of the doctors I’ve encountered who have been dismissive of me or think that I’m faking it. Bitch, I wish I was faking this shit. I fucking wish. If I could be normal, I wouldn’t even be here in this situation. I’d probably be working a full time job and be living my life elsewhere. But instead I’m here. Living with my parents and working part time because my heath has taken over my goddamn life.
I wish so badly that I could be traveling and hanging out with friends and being married and starting a family, but that ain’t happening for me. Not now and maybe not ever.
Doctors have no goddamn idea what it’s like to be tied to medications and living with chronic fatigue and not being able to live life to the fullest because your body won’t let you. They have no idea.
I’m so fucking done with the medical world. I wish I could just extract myself from it. Or I wish I could scream at some of the people I’ve met. Or leave scathing reviews for them. It’s so hard to live with all of this anger on the inside towards these people who basically bullied me for the hour I met with them. What are you supposed to do with all of this pent up rage? And how do you make a difference for other patients who have to encounter these doctors in the future?
(Picture from Dexter, MI, USA.)