Continued from Part One
So I FINALLY went to my family doctor on a mission to request blood tests to get to the bottom of my health issues. I thought this part would be easy. I mean I know I fit into the EXACT description of this condition, I just needed someone with a medical license to confirm and tell me how to get better.
But my regular doctor was slammed that day and I was told I couldn’t make an appt. with her unless it was for a “once a year physical”… (it was set up as a family care + urgent care). I didn’t want to get put on a waitlist for an apt. and wait any longer, so I took the other option, which was to be seen by a nurse and P.A.. . I was frustrated. But it was fine. I needed to see someone who could tell me what to do and why I felt so energetically drained 24/7. So I went in.
It was not as smooth as I thought it would be. It actually ended up being a high tension mess between me and the nurse. I don’t know why exactly. Maybe she was having a bad day, or maybe I was throwing off weird energy to her (I was nervous so probably), or maybe it had something to do with me coming in as the patient who could possible test her education and training. I never wanted to be that person who comes in saying “I Googled my symptoms and this is what I think I have.” But it was too spot on not to do this. I just wanted to feel better. My inner voice who used to sit way up in the nosebleed was now in front of the stage. She was yelling “HELP ME.”
Did I push the nurse’s buttons? Probably. But I didn’t care anymore…. You see the “Old Me” would have shut up and let her tell me I was wrong and that I didn’t need the lab tests. But the newly driven, inner-voice-listening-me didn’t want to give up. Something is wrong and I want to find out. PUSH.
I asked: So, can I get the tests to test my thyroid?
Nurse: There are no tests to test your thyroid, you just need to have blood work ran. I will tell the P.A.
NO SHIT SHERLOCK.
Enter P.A. who orders said thyroid panel and tells me to get the bloodwork done at Quest, then come back in a week or two to go over results…….
I went to Quest. They took my blood. Life went on. Days passed, and I was patiently waiting for the results.
I was notified that the results were in and to come by to review it with the P.A. (primary doctor was still slammed). I came in as soon as I could. I went into the patient waiting room. The door opened, my name was called. It was the same nurse as last time. My inner voice said “oh shit, okay here we go…..”
As she took the normal measurements (weight, body temp, BP) I felt that she was being a little warmer than the last time I saw her.
Then came the test results. She had them on the desktop computer and was scanning over them while I sat quietly on the patient’s table waiting for the confirmation that something was wrong.
It didn’t come. She literally told me that everything was “normal” and nothing was out of range.
Inner voice chimed in- “PUSH”.
So I did. I asked her why some of the text on the test were in red. Doesn’t that mean something is out of range? *thank you 20/20 eye balls*
I also asked for the test to be printed out. I wanted to go over it with the P.A.
She was not so warm after that. But the P.A. came. I asked him to go over the test with me again and that I was confused.
And so he did…..
PART THREE- THE DIAGNOSIS. TOMORROW.
▷Let me clarify that this is in no way meant to be demeaning or disrespectful to nurses or P.A.’s or family doctors. This is just my story, told through a young patient’s eyes.