I just got off the phone with my now-ex doctor. I am convinced that unless you have an immediately life-threatening condition, he doesn't want to be bothered with you. He graduated from Harvard Medical School and all that. Grrr....
I only called to ask about the results of some recent tests. I hoped he might have been open-minded, maybe have been open to some of the research I've been doing, that suggested a test that turned out normal may not have been, and may suggest the reasons of me having a body temperature of 96 point something and gaining weight on an anorexic diet. Pahhh... It's all normal, he told me, and he doesn't want to consider anything else.
At one point in the phone conversation, he paused for about a minute or so, and I had to ask him if he was still there. "Yes, but I was finished with what I had to say." Arrogant SOB.
I've had it with doctors. I'm smart enough to know what I have, and what needs to be prescribed for it, why can't I find a doctor who will take me seriously? And, for that matter, why can't I find anyone, including a spouse of fifteen years, who will?
Dangerous territory, I know.