Dopers often post tales of their interesting medical experiences; here is one of mine from the early 1990’s.
Although it was quite annoying for me, I post this primarily to amuse. My condition was neither serious nor expensive. I’ll spoil the suspense by posting excerpts from a medical textbook about my disease:
[QUOTE=The Merck Manual, 12th Edition]
IRRITABLE COLON (spastic colon; Mucous Colitis)
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Etiology and Pathology … Patients tend to be tense, anxious, and emotionally labile…
Symptoms and Signs Symptoms are extremely variable. … often mimicking appendicitis; sharp knife-like pains; or deep dull pain…
Treatment The patient should be assured that his disease, though discomfiting, is not serious. The problem must be explained to him …
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The disease certainly was discomfiting; I had both the “sharp knife-like pains” and the “deep dull pain” as well as several other symptoms (severe chronic heartburn, irregularity, etc.). Indeed, the problem seemed so severe I hypochondriacally decided I probably had colon cancer! A main cause of Irritable Colon is emotional stress. Of course I was stressed – I thought I had colon cancer!
Someone recommended a doctor; the doctor took only referrals; I met with another doctor just to get the referral. (In hindsight I do see this was a mistaken approach.) I did not have a regular doctor. I did not have insurance, so all the drugs, procedures and doctor’s appointments were paid out of my own pocket. The referred doctor did indeed seem competent and probably diagnosed my condition right away, but he never told me. Thinking I had a severe problem, I continued to meet with the doctor at my insistence, getting the “barium milkshake” scan or whatever it’s called, etc. Not once did the doctor tell me what my condition was. The closest he ever came was to say “I can’t tell you you don’t have cancer.”
For that doctor’s benefit, let me review the very first two lines from a classic textbook describing the treatment for my condition:
“The patient should be assured that his disease, though discomfiting, is not serious. The problem must be explained to him …”
Now I suppose that the doctor might have provided information to the referring doctor thinking that I would see it from him. Whatever. If the “system” required that I pay for a visit to referring doctor just to get the 5-second summary of referred doctor’s diagnosis, and I wasn’t told such a visit was necessary, then I contend the system broke down. (BTW, give the doctor credit for one thing: he prescribed Prilosec which alleviated most of the symptoms, but this didn’t eliminate my worry. At that time, BTW, Prilosec was very expensive and a cheaper prescription drug would have also worked, but nevermind that.)
But wait. The punchline is yet to come. About this time I decided to move to Asia. (The fact that I thought I was dying of cancer may have contributed to that decision.) It seemed appropriate that I take a medical report with me, so I asked the Clinic for such.
“No. We cannot provide you with your medical records. We will only give them to a doctor.” (I am curious whether this is proper or not, but that is what they said.)
My friend was a PhD (a “doctor” ); I got him to write a letter requesting my medical records; they gave them to him!
Let’s be clear. The letter my friend sent contained no authorization whatsoever from me. Since his PhD training did not include M.D. lingo, it seems unlikely that his letter could have passed any “sniff test.” Yet, the Clinic() did in fact send my records to an arbitrary stranger without evidence of authorization … the same records they refused to send me. ( - I will identify this No. California clinic if PM’ed but don’t want to post the name publicly.)
It was only when I finally “tricked” the clinic into giving me my own medical records that I finally learned the name of my condition: “Irritable bowel syndrome.”
Thanks a lot, Doctor.