I think for the sake of simplicity I'm going to refer to my doctors as Dr. P and Dr. V, here. That way I get to keep my privacy, but without all the annoying "other doctor" and "other other doctor" business.
So - as some of you know, Dr. V is my consultant at a big hospital in the city. Dr. P is a fairly new doctor of mine who I was referred to earlier in the year. Last time we had an appointment, it was at their joint clinic. Dr. V has been pushing and pushing to put me on Infliximab for close to six months now and we don't want to do it. Last appointment, we told him our reasons and said we would prefer not to. He didn't comment. Dr. P, on the other hand, seemed to actually listen and instead put me on Azathioprine. All is well and good.
But now after calling the hospital time and time again I can't get hold of another phlebotomy form or another prescription for the Aza (liquid form expires SUPER quickly - it only takes a month to go off!) and is it odd to say I WANT a blood test? My azathioprine expires tomorrow and we still haven't gotten a call back after countless messages. Nonetheless - I still prefer him to Dr. V. The reason being...
We were about to go out and buy some food (favourite part of the week ) today when we opened the door to the porch and found we had some post. There was a letter there for my parents, and my Dad tutted and said 'it's probably your prescription.'
Nope. Letter of admission for an infliximab infusion. ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Is he ACTUALLY serious? Did he listen at ALL during the last appointment? We've told him countless times that NO, we have our reasons, we don't care that you want to try the top-down approach, I do NOT want to go on infliximab until I've exhausted everything else. I'm 14. I don't want to be on a medicine that will last me ten years at most.
So sick and tired of this. One doctor's MIA and the other is insensitive and will not listen. Kudos to my Dad, though. After reading it he folded the letter up, chucked it on the side and said 'we'll have to phone up later. You're not having it.' I really do have excellent parents.
Argh, I'm so frustrated. I'm really happy with Dr. P, though. I don't care that he's not a consultant at a big hospital like Dr. V, he listens to me and actually shows empathy. Isn't that what being a doctor is about?
(P.S. if you sat through all of this, you're a saint. )
So - as some of you know, Dr. V is my consultant at a big hospital in the city. Dr. P is a fairly new doctor of mine who I was referred to earlier in the year. Last time we had an appointment, it was at their joint clinic. Dr. V has been pushing and pushing to put me on Infliximab for close to six months now and we don't want to do it. Last appointment, we told him our reasons and said we would prefer not to. He didn't comment. Dr. P, on the other hand, seemed to actually listen and instead put me on Azathioprine. All is well and good.
But now after calling the hospital time and time again I can't get hold of another phlebotomy form or another prescription for the Aza (liquid form expires SUPER quickly - it only takes a month to go off!) and is it odd to say I WANT a blood test? My azathioprine expires tomorrow and we still haven't gotten a call back after countless messages. Nonetheless - I still prefer him to Dr. V. The reason being...
We were about to go out and buy some food (favourite part of the week ) today when we opened the door to the porch and found we had some post. There was a letter there for my parents, and my Dad tutted and said 'it's probably your prescription.'
Nope. Letter of admission for an infliximab infusion. ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. Is he ACTUALLY serious? Did he listen at ALL during the last appointment? We've told him countless times that NO, we have our reasons, we don't care that you want to try the top-down approach, I do NOT want to go on infliximab until I've exhausted everything else. I'm 14. I don't want to be on a medicine that will last me ten years at most.
So sick and tired of this. One doctor's MIA and the other is insensitive and will not listen. Kudos to my Dad, though. After reading it he folded the letter up, chucked it on the side and said 'we'll have to phone up later. You're not having it.' I really do have excellent parents.
Argh, I'm so frustrated. I'm really happy with Dr. P, though. I don't care that he's not a consultant at a big hospital like Dr. V, he listens to me and actually shows empathy. Isn't that what being a doctor is about?
(P.S. if you sat through all of this, you're a saint. )