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Doctor, doctor Well, I had my first doctor's appointment today in a few months. I hadn't bothered to make one for ages because they were all telling me the same thing (i.e. nothing) and I'd just got to the point were it was just too tiring for me to go through the whole palaver to get no further. However, I was pleasantly surprised this time. It was the first appointment I'd been able to make with my regular doctor. Up until fairly recently she'd been on maternity leave and I'd had to see a string of other doctors at the surgery. All of which had been very nice but I'd only got very vague ideas about what was wrong with me back from them and none of them had attempted to give me a diagnosis. Basically, I'd be told that lots of people go through phases where they are very tired and that I'd be better in a month or two. And they were still saying this to me after I'd been seeing them for 7 months (and after I'd been ill for 9 months). It's now 11 months since this illness started, 9 months since I first dragged myself to the doctor, 8 months since I had to give up work because of it, 7 months since I moved back home with my parents so they could help me cope with ordinary day-to-day stuff which I was struggling with, and 4 hours since I've had my first tentative steps towards a proper diagnosis; ME/Chronic Fatigue Syndome. I've known that it was that for months. I've been telling people that that's what I had, I was so sure of it. And now it's just nice to have a doctor say it to me too. It's nice to have a doctor actually listen to me and not just metaphorically pat me on the head and tell me it will all be ok in a bit. Because it won't. In fact statistically, I'm more likely to get worse this year than I am to recover. And they can't even treat me. But, I've come to terms with that and I'm just trying to get on with things now. And, I know having an official diagnosis doesn't actually change anything but somehow it still makes me feel like I'm making progress with my ME and it's a small step towards me eventually getting better. Labels: health
posted by Hayley on Saturday, January 31, 2009 @
9:41 PM
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