Thursday, 28 August 2008

Fit for the knackers' yard?

Fit for the knacker's yard
Finally, yesterday, after around 11 years of having no access to medical services, I saw a doctor and to my utter surprise and enormous relief, he appeared perfectly happy to accept that the symptoms I've been experiencing for the last 13+ years are those of fibromyalgia ... to the point that he asked if I minded if he put that on my notes.

Frankly, I don't mind what he puts, as long as he accepts that there's something to investigate, because, in the exceedingly long story that ensued during all this time, as I explained to him, the worst part (above the considerable physical pain I've endured) is having been doubted and treated as a liar by my own family.

Better yet is that he gave me a piece of paper with the word fibromyalgia printed on it that I was able to wave under my mother's nose. She sniffed at the paper with an air of suspicion then denied ever doubting me - like once before, when she said, "Oh I believe you, but I want backup."

I'm sure you get the irony / contradiction. She still doesn't, but lets see if that's enough to satisfy her and if she's capable of treating me any better now.

Anyway, the doctor wanted to get some basic information about me on that first visit yesterday - none of my notes have materialized yet (if they ever do) - and he's sending me for some blood tests; cholesterol, sugar, etc., but his intention is that we take a holistic approach (how I LOVE to hear that word from a mainstream medic), work out a management strategy between us and then tick off the issues one by one (as I'd made it clear that I have a list.)

Nothing is simple, of course, because I have to go to Lymington Hospital for the tests (on Monday), on an empty stomach. It will take two buses and a taxi, the least it will cost is around £20.00 return (for the approx. 5 mile journey) yet, because of the bus times (the first from here is 10 a.m.), the earliest I can be there is 11.30 in the morning. A bit late to be still starving as the nice lady at the hospital, who made the appointment, kindly pointed out!

The way she asked "Fasting or non-fasting?" sounded funny too, like "smoking or non-smoking" used to sound, when you had a choice on flights! :)

Still, it should represent a step forward, provided I don't faint on the way.

One step forward, two steps back?

If people with health books had to be wary of misprints in Mark Twain's day, then someone with internet access to Wikipedia should be doubly careful that they don't kill themselves off twice as fast with misinformation today, but ....

The doctor also took my blood pressure (when I was younger, this had always been on the low side of normal), but yesterday, he said was a bit high.

Yes, I know that one relatively high result does not indicate hypertension, but unfortunately, both my father and grandmother had high blood pressure, so the chances it might also mean that in my case are probably increased.

'Spose I could save the health service money and shoot myself first!

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