About three months ago at work, I was lifting some heavy bags and got an incredibly sharp pain in my right testicle. I figured the fact I was standing on my feet 8 hours a day, five days a week, leaning over a bar lifting heavy objects all day, I probably just did something stupid and given time and relaxation, it would go away. Two and a half months later, I still had this pain in my groin, so I mentioned it to my old roomate who happes to have graduated pre-med and is continuing in the field. he told me it was probably a hernia and I should get it looked at. When I mentioned this to my parents, my dad typed my symptoms into a diagnosis program and it said hernia. So, I went to a doctor, and he diagnosed it as hernia. I went to another doctor for work for workmans’ comp reasons, and he said hernia. I went to a “specialist” for work and he said no hernia. Essentially, what I got from the meeting was I was making it up. He said it could be <insert really technical medical term here>, but when I asked how it’s diagnosed and treated he simply said “If it’s not a hernia, it’s this. It should go away on its own.”
“But it’s been three months,” said I.
“Hmm, don’t know what to tell you there,” says he.
So, I go to another surgeon that my doctor recommended, and I like this guy, he seems like a real doctor and very trustworthy. he tells me I don’t have a hernia. But, I have a strained inguinal muscle, which if I overexert myself, will lead to hernia, so relax, take it easy, take some anti-inflamatories, and it should get better in a few weeks. He also said my pain could be caused by an infection, and thus, I should see a urologist. Well, work doctor apparently told work the same diagnosis, but said I could go back to heavy lifting. They didn’t understand why one doctor was saying “Go to work, just take it easy,” and the other was saying “Sure, lift heavy shit even though it will just cause the muscle to tear and give you a hernia.” SO, they send me to another doctor to be evaluated for another “specialist.”
Doctor number five finds no hernia, doesn’t believe it’s an infection, but says it’s something to do with the fact I have some sort of chronic hip thing where half of my hip sticks out more than the other. So, I go to a physical therapist, they lay me on the table, line me up, say “Oooohhh,” and “Yikes,” and “Yeah, THERE’s the problem,” and begin physical therapy. So far, two sessions, five doctors, and four diagnosis later…
My nut still hurts.
I hate doctors.