OMG! Twice.

 

Had the appointment with the doctor for internal medicine.

As he had been rather condescending about the diabetes nurse and was irritated by my wish to have a consultation with her first, I was not looking forward to meeting him.

Vaguely I had the idea I already met him in the past and didn't like him then. But not as a patient. So I pushed that aside.
Nevertheless I had a strange feeling this consultation might become a piece of acting.

And I was right. Alas...I was!

He opened the conversation by telling me that he didn't like the way I handled the situation. It was clear he wanted to be topdog, by which he defined the doctor-patient relationship.
He had no intention to listen to me.

When I said that it as clear he took a look at me when he opened the door when I was with the nurse he denied it. I kept silent, but wanted to say that it was very clever from him to know to put my name to my face in the waitingroom without knowing who I was at the nurses' room.

I stayed polite.

He tried to force a pill on me as "new" that is already in used since 2004 and I told the first diabetes doctor more than a year ago that I didn't want it.
His last remark was that it would lengthen my life!
(Which it won't. More people who have serious heartdisease stay out of hospital than when they use a placebo.)
I smiled... "I have defied the odds with my heartdisease, I think that says it all."
He didn't mention any side effects, what he should do by law.
"I am happy with the insulin... as I have hardly any side effects and as you said just a few minutes ago: I am dealing well with it all."
Then he said that it was my choice.

His empathy was a huge zero.
I had the idea he was either female-unfriendly, or couldn't see a person in a wheelchair as a 100% sound of mind.

At the end of the consultation he told me that next time it would be the annual check up... with feet control.
It sounded like he thought I might have dirty feet otherwise. LOL!
My inner reaction was that I would puke by him touching my feet.
I told him that my feet are checked at a regular basis after the ankle surgery, by the surgeon, the physio and the podotherapist. And that I could look under my feet myself. That I, in fact, are very aware not to get a wound on my feet.
No reaction at all.

So I felt very relieved when I was in the waitingroom again.

The only positive is that he agreed to test the other anti bodies for LADA, even though he assumes they will have disappeared by now.
I assume that too...which means I won't get the proper diagnosis.

When we went to get the bloodswork done he had requested just 1!!

During the consultation there were more red flags, but I am too tired of it all to write about it.



At home waited a bill for 352,95 euro local taxes.... huh???
That's a lot!!
Have to wait to monday to ask if it's possible to pay less, sa we don't own the house and we're just the 2 here.

Couldn get rid of an ill feeling the rest of the day.

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Syl: "Life is a chain of challenges. Sometimes the largest challenges are we ourselves. Facing life, facing others and facing yourself requires either a worryless attitude or plain courage. Most of the time it is dealing with judgement. Maybe life is about getting rid of it."