More about my health
I thought I’d post another little fascinating update about my health.
After more trouble than I like to get into or even remember, about three weeks ago, I was finally put in touch with a doctor (on the phone, mind you, because these days we don’t get to meet doctors face to face). This is a thorough doctor who seems reliable, so that felt good. She prescribed medication for me and now I’ve been back for a checkup. I was actually doing better for the first time in quite a while.
Health wise, there’s more to do this year, but so far so good.
So tired of this…
It turns out things were not alright after all. The hospital can’t prescribe medication for me, since I’m not a patient there. My ‘own’ doctor should do that, and she refuses. Now I’ve signed up to go to one of the other clinics in this town. If they won’t help me either, I’ll have to go private, which will cost me a lot more. :/ But really, it’s not ok to do this. I’m a Swedish citizen, living in this town. They can’t all refuse to help me. I have a medical condition that needs to be fixed. I should press charges, but if I have to call the police I already know what will happen. There’s this old fat lazy woman who is just waiting for her pension. She won’t do anything. I know that. Long story, that I won’t go into here. I should probably just call the private clinic, which is in Gothenburg, about an hour away. Sigh.
Update again
If anyone’s still interested in the ongoing saga of my health problems, here’s an update. On Thursday, I spent nearly an hour on the phone, trying to get to the person I wanted and only got two different voices on the answering machine. (One telling me that it was no use waiting, and to call again some other time.) Once I was even redirected to a switchboard outside the region. Then I called the clinic back and asked if I could switch doctors and was told it wouldn’t make a difference because she/he would say the same thing and basically refused. I may not have posted about it in the past, but this doctor has been so difficult over the several years I’ve been seeing her (in a manner of speaking – I have probably talked to her twice over the years and never seen her face to face). Anyway, I despaired and gave up.
Then I called again on Friday and it took a while but I finally got through. When I told the nurse what I wanted, she sounded really puzzled. Apparently, it really was as weird as I thought, referring me back to the hospital that I had been discharged from nearly two months ago.
She promised to talk to a doctor that I’d already met at the maternity care clinic and have her prescribe my medication and then call me back to let me know. I also told her that I was considering switching clinics because of all the trouble over the years, more than I will mention here, and got some interesting info. Now I’ll definitely switch back to the one I left nearly ten years ago.
New update about my health
In case you haven’t tired yet of my health situation, I have another update. This morning, while I was still asleep, the nurse called to let me know what the doctor had said. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite make it over to the phone before it stopped ringing. She didn’t call back for several hours, making it impossible for me to go back to sleep. Not surprisingly (this doctor is like that) she ‘couldn’t say’ anything because she didn’t know what medication I’d been on (flimsy excuse.) I’d actually told the nurse, this Monday, and she didn’t look that old to me, that she should be forgetful, but maybe stress will do it. So I told her what meds I had been on and other info she asked for. This time she called back more or less right away and told me the doctor didn’t want to be involved., since it was the doctors at the hospital who had prescribed the meds. Never mind that they told me to return to this having been discharged from the hospital.
Back to square one. Not that I was all excited to start taking those meds again – I suspect that one side effect is headache – but this was at least a step on my road to complete recovery. Grr. Why do people always have to be so difficult?
Sorry about the whining.
