So close, and yet, so far
Jan. 26th, 2011 09:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pktechgirlbackupAdrenal fatigue is kind of a fringe diagnosis, so I was happy when my friend's very mainstream endocrinologist listed it as a possibility (I'm not happy my friend is sleeping 16 hours/day, obviously, just happy he might get it treated). Except said doctor is not ordering a cortisol level check and is not prescribing hydrocortisone. It appears he's using Adrenal Fatigue the way doctor's used to use Chronic Fatigue Syndrome: a way of repeating your symptoms back to you without actually inducing any action on their part. Aargh.
My finger was ugly enough today that I went to the doctor (got x-rays, haven't heard back yet). I hate this doctor, but I couldn't see the next one on my list until I'd had a new patient visit, so I had to use her. I figured it couldn't be too bad, since this was a simple mechanical issue. That office is where I developed a new theory: humans do not believe they can be cured by someone who doesn't care about them, by which I of course mean I do not believe I can be cured by someone who doesn't care about me. Oh, intellectually I understand the doctor can read an x-ray and tell me if I need a splint or not, but I *believe* she's thinking "this is the nut case that asks me to back up my assertions with data" and it's affecting my care. And I'm not sure that's so unreasonable- my friend above's treatment may be suffering in part because the doctor flat out doesn't believe he's sleeping as much as he says he is, and it's hard to tell marginal symptoms to someone you believe is trying to rush you out of the room. So now I'm going to try paying for concierge medicine, even though my insurance won't cover it.
My finger was ugly enough today that I went to the doctor (got x-rays, haven't heard back yet). I hate this doctor, but I couldn't see the next one on my list until I'd had a new patient visit, so I had to use her. I figured it couldn't be too bad, since this was a simple mechanical issue. That office is where I developed a new theory: humans do not believe they can be cured by someone who doesn't care about them, by which I of course mean I do not believe I can be cured by someone who doesn't care about me. Oh, intellectually I understand the doctor can read an x-ray and tell me if I need a splint or not, but I *believe* she's thinking "this is the nut case that asks me to back up my assertions with data" and it's affecting my care. And I'm not sure that's so unreasonable- my friend above's treatment may be suffering in part because the doctor flat out doesn't believe he's sleeping as much as he says he is, and it's hard to tell marginal symptoms to someone you believe is trying to rush you out of the room. So now I'm going to try paying for concierge medicine, even though my insurance won't cover it.
