One of the things I notice from the 'professional' patients out there is they constantly badger, berate or hound people to go to the doctor more often. 'How do you know if there's something wrong if a doctor didn't tell you' In other words they want people to go out and look for trouble like a bar hopping drunk. I also think they want others to go the doctor more often to validate the time and money they've spent on/in the medical industry.
Why don't most people listen to their bodies, and figure things out for themselves?
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Aneeda72
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I camp at the doctor's. I see her a minimum of once a month sometimes once a week. I am considered medically fragile.
I have original Medicare A and B, and since my husband still works we have private insurance. In a bad year, we have to pay about 3000 a year due to deductibles and non-covered items. Last year was a bad year. I almost died three times.
I ate a small sandwich, an hour later I'm throwing up. Threw it all up. "Listen to my body", you say. My body said I'm fine. Throwing up is no big deal. Husband had taken our son out, I'm alone. I keep throwing up. Call on-call doctor, probably the flu, you'll be fine. Have your husband get anti-nausea pills.
I continue to throw up. Husband gets home. I listen to my brain. Take me to ER. Cause I'm not going to listen to my body. I'm not going to listen to a doctor who hasn't seen me. I'm going to the ER. Threw up all the way there, there up there. IV anti-nausea drugs, fluids, then the diarrhea starts.
Food poisoning? Nope. The flu? Nope. Lots of medical tests, admitted to the hospital, feeding tube placed into my intestine because my stomach has shut down. and rejects everything. I am in a teaching hospital. I have a team of doctors. They have used everything modern, and are now trying drugs from as far back as the 1950's.
I am semi concious. I continue to throw up. I am on oxygen. I have a tube in my nose. The doctors have no clue and tell my husband I may remain like this forever. Ten days later I stop throwing up, I wake up. I spend two more days in the hospital. I'm fine, but I have to be very very careful of my stomach. No diagnosis.
Couple months later I go to the walk in clinic. I don't feel right, nothing I can pin point. I listen to my brain. Sent to the ER. If I hadn't have gone to the clinic, I'd died that night. Severe potassium deficiency.
I have no objection to others waiting to see doctors. I have no objection to Dr. Google. I have no objection to dying, but I'd rather do it in a hospital. Houses are harder to sell when someone has died in them.
I have original Medicare A and B, and since my husband still works we have private insurance. In a bad year, we have to pay about 3000 a year due to deductibles and non-covered items. Last year was a bad year. I almost died three times.
I ate a small sandwich, an hour later I'm throwing up. Threw it all up. "Listen to my body", you say. My body said I'm fine. Throwing up is no big deal. Husband had taken our son out, I'm alone. I keep throwing up. Call on-call doctor, probably the flu, you'll be fine. Have your husband get anti-nausea pills.
I continue to throw up. Husband gets home. I listen to my brain. Take me to ER. Cause I'm not going to listen to my body. I'm not going to listen to a doctor who hasn't seen me. I'm going to the ER. Threw up all the way there, there up there. IV anti-nausea drugs, fluids, then the diarrhea starts.
Food poisoning? Nope. The flu? Nope. Lots of medical tests, admitted to the hospital, feeding tube placed into my intestine because my stomach has shut down. and rejects everything. I am in a teaching hospital. I have a team of doctors. They have used everything modern, and are now trying drugs from as far back as the 1950's.
I am semi concious. I continue to throw up. I am on oxygen. I have a tube in my nose. The doctors have no clue and tell my husband I may remain like this forever. Ten days later I stop throwing up, I wake up. I spend two more days in the hospital. I'm fine, but I have to be very very careful of my stomach. No diagnosis.
Couple months later I go to the walk in clinic. I don't feel right, nothing I can pin point. I listen to my brain. Sent to the ER. If I hadn't have gone to the clinic, I'd died that night. Severe potassium deficiency.
I have no objection to others waiting to see doctors. I have no objection to Dr. Google. I have no objection to dying, but I'd rather do it in a hospital. Houses are harder to sell when someone has died in them.