Everything Hurts

There’s a kid in my congregation. I’ve been waiting for him to come out since the first time I met him. His mom and his grandma had been waiting for him to come out since he was 4. He came out this year.

I stopped seeing an allergist who said "Get rid of the cats and put that dog outside" as response to a description of my allergies, without ever giving me an allergy test.

(My next allergist actually did his due diligence and discovered that half the reason I couldn't breathe was because I had allergic scar tissue in my sinuses).

I stopped seeing a gastroenterologist when he didn't make an effort to learn my name, familiarize himself with the treatments I had tried that did not work, or read the list of known medicine allergies attached to my chart.

(He asked me when my last colonoscopy was LESS THAN 48HRS AFTER HE PERFORMED IT and re-prescribed me a medication that had hospitalized me)

I stopped seeing a certain psychologist because, despite my complaints about the damage that it was doing to my stomach lining, he wasn't willing to switch my meds in favor of something less destructive.

(My next psychiatrist agreed to see me WEEKLY while she weaned me off the meds he had put me on, and spent months checking in with me and tweaking my medications until we found a medication that helped my depression sufficiently without killing my stomach.)

Don't pay to see doctors who refuse to run tests!

Don't pay to see doctors whose bedside manner makes you uncomfortable.

Don't pay to see doctors who ignore your complaints about medications.

me:

And every time that I or someone else comments, "You should tell your doctor."

They're like, "Oh, I never thought of that!"