On Monday I went to see a GP for a complete checkup and referrals to the various doctors I am sure will want to poke me. It was mostly follow-up on a condition that was AFAIK resolved, but I have moved to another city and need to see new doctors.
The good doc sent me for a bunch of tests, prompting my husband to complain “why they are not more like the doctors of old times? They just saw you and gave you treatment without any tests”*. I had to remind him that in those days “treatment” consisted of such things as blood-letting and trepanation.
Anyways… I got most of the tests done Monday and go home, I have to go back on Friday to see the doctor.
I had some heartburn all day, but I didn’t mention it to the doctor because it didn’t feel serious, or bothered me too much. So I go home and have a small meal about 4 hours after lunchtime has passed. Then it hit me. Chest pain, tight chest, shortness of breath… It’s not the first time it happens lately but it is much worse this time. Two hours later the pain is still there.
My husband convinces me to go to the ER, just in case. The ER doctor is not entirely pleased, there are a few patients bleeding in the nearby examination booths, another is on the way. I don’t look like an emergency patient. They take my vitals and in the course of an hour do some tests, including and EKG. I am not having a heart attack, and the doctor starts acting like I am out of my mind. I assure him that I have never being to the ER if I wasn’t bleeding.
I am dismissed and told to go see the doctor on Friday as scheduled, I am given a report to give to the doctor and I see it: the diagnosis is a term that doctors use to indicate that the patient is probably just making it up (more or less). I am not happy.
Last night I had it again, it was bad, and today I have only eaten very small amounts of food after noticing that my pain comes after eating (along with bad heartburn).
Two more days of this shit… At least I am probably losing some weight out of this.
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*My husband is trained as a paramedic. He was joking.