I got extensively checked out for why I was in pain all the time after I ate, losing massive amounts of weight to the point of near-starvation and felt like I had food stuck in my esophagus all the time. Doctors tested me for a couple of weeks for physical esophagus problems, declared I was fine, and sent me to a psychologist who grilled me for 45 minutes about whether I believed the tests or I "still thought something was wrong with me". I told her I believed the tests but that they were not the right tests yet. Pretty sure I didn't anxiety myself into losing 60 pounds in 4 months and losing my house, work and relationship... she declared I had "health anxiety". Oops, turned out I was actually developing LADA, a form of type 1 diabetes. I ended up at the ER later on and they said I would have died or gone into a coma in another 1-2 days.
I wish I'd figured it out myself. One problem was I was recovering from Celiac, and tried a very restricted diet, and a liquid diet - which actually worked when I started doing chicken in a blender (which is much better than it sounds, especially when you've been starving for 4 months). Tell a doctor 'I was starving and I went to this weird restricted diet' and it seems they have a really hard time with the order of things. Reality was "I was starving and in pain and then I tried this restricted diet" and they hear "you were on this restricted diet, and then you were starving and in pain".
I’ve thought about it. It was all a lot to handle and I didn’t really think back to it for another year. Probably I should write her “hey, so here’s what actually happened…”
More like "we already ran this test without telling you how expensive it would be. Your insurance didn't cover it. Here's your bill. And here's a second bill for the same exact thing but this time we'll call it 'professional services' instead of lab work -- pay that too or we'll send you to collections."
Remember all of those guys with Gulf war syndrome whose doctors told them they were faking it until they killed themselves? Ends up. They were exposed to nerve gas and doctors aren't trained in that. Oopsies!
The same is happening within the VA today. Too many of my friends have killed themselves.
My former cardiologist kept grilling me to lose weight, laughing in my face when I told him I was really active at work but still gaining. Turns out I was retaining water because the heart failure he blamed on my weight was a genetic defect that a few years later required a transplant.
Due to unrelated circumstances, I moved states between my last visit with him and the discovery of how much worse my condition was or I definitely would have had words with him.
You may want to file a complaint with the medical licensing board of that state though. While nothing will probably happen because of it, it may make him think twice the next time before he is so dismissive.
I've seen doctors do so much stupid stuff.
My former oncologist prescribed two drugs I was obviously allergic to, including one that nearly put me on dialysis for the rest of my life.
Another dumbass refused to accept that I had a bone fragment in the back of my hand. Forty years later I have a hand that has permanent bone damage.
I paid 130$ for a doctors visit and another 130$ for lab work, only to be told, if it hurts you, don't eat it. It turned out to be a stomach ulcer. I lost so much weight before I figured out what was wrong.
Or they run every test under the sun and then ignore, misread, or plain refuse to treat the results.
The blood work shows that your blood sugar is borderline diabetic, your kidneys are failing and the xray shows a fracture... your fine, go home.
Cause well, fuck your diabetes, we won't give dialysis until your number of 16 gets to 14 even though the normal is 60 and all the rest of what's off relates to your kidneys, and we can't do anything for that fracture in your sternum anyways, nevermind, that we didn't see it until you came back complaining of chest pain...
Except for the one time it is lupus but they also had 14 unrelated symptoms caused by period cramps, diamond dust in their lungs from stealing and cutting diamonds in their basement, and a staph infect inside their veins.
I started having lots of pains in my back and some joints specifically the sacroiliac joint when I was young (at 11yo) and went to about 15 doctors, the first 14 told me that I was either faking it or it was just growing pains.
I went to a physical therapist literally told me within 10 minutes of looking at me and asking me questions "I know exactly what you have but since I am a physical therapist only I can't diagnose it, go to [doctor that I already went to and told me it was growing pains] and tell him to make you these tests"
Turns out I had ankylosing spondylitis (a type of arthritis) but since I was 11yo nobody wanted to actually look into it because they thought I was just growing or faking it.