Bawling my eyes out.
Warning! Long insane story.
Around the Middle of January, I got a sore throat, went to the dr. and was given antibiotics. I took them for the prescribed week and started feeling much worse in all sorts of parts of my body. When I couldn't stand it anymore I went back to the Dr. But because it was just after Chinese New Year, my regular Dr. was on holiday. I saw a substitute. She listened to my symptoms, failed to do any type of exam or history, and promptly diagnosed me with the Italian disease(or Spanish, or French if you prefer
) WHAT!!!
My first thought was "I'm going to kill someone" Then I asked what to do. She sent me to a dermatologist
Now I should have known something was off kilter here, but with that diagnosis, you just do what the Dr. says. So I went to the Dermatologist. Who told me the substitute dr. was off her rocker. The dermatologist then sent me back to my regular Dr. who did the appropriate tests.
I spent a week waiting for the lab results to come back, and as I should have known had I been thinking properly, everything was ok. As it turned out, I was allergic to the antibiotics given in January. (I have loads of drug allergies, and this particular antibiotic is a new one to add to my list) While waiting for the results, I had the most horrible thoughts going through my head, and the stress of it caused me to break out in hives on Sunday. I was a lovely spotty mess for the past two days. Try talking to people when you look like you have the measles or chicken pox or what not. The looks on their faces is priceless! No one would stay within 5 feet of me.
Well, when I got the test results back I started crying and simply couldn't stop. But boy did I sleep good last night!
This whole thing from start to finish has been just over a month. Too much pressure for this little girl to handle for so long.
The substitute Dr.? Well, she's been reported to the authorities for misdiagnoses without testing.
Me? The spots from the hives disappeared while I was still in the Dr.'s office. Talk about an instant cure!
The moral of this story? ALWAYS get a second opinion.
I have decided to NEVER go see a Dr. again. (heaven help me if I get sick)
And I'm pretty sure that is why it has taken me 8 goes at Taggart and I'm still not there
Going to try again today with a clear head. Hopefully I'll make some progress.