This a million times over. Every single fucking time I have someone look at my foot the first question is “How long have you had diabetes?”
You have 3 years of glucose monitoring, hormone panels, oncology, infectious disease, MRIs, and clinical notes that I had to send to your office before I even could get an appointment.
And this last fucker had the gall to push back on all that and say “I know a diabetic foot when I see it.”
“My glucose has never been tested over 98, even when I didn’t know I needed to fast for a blood test.”
“Well, sometimes you can have diabetes with the blood sugar or other markers seeming normal.”
Fuck. Off.
Anyway, good luck with the teeth - I hope it’s not that “complicated.”
Well I had a heart surgeon go up my femoral artery and into my circumflex only to run into a stent and have to back out cuz he didn’t know it was there!
He used the wrong sized tools, and couldn’t get past it to clear the blockage.
To his credit though, he was an hour late and possibly hung over, so I don’t blame him for being unprepared. .
At least he didn’t kill me, right?
My step-dad has all the heart attacks - I’ve had to rip out the seats in the van to throw in a mattress because he had a heart attack on a plane and with no health insurance - just get home is the plan. Of course some airport traffic asshat decided to yell at us to move along since we didn’t have any luggage. I got pissed and took a grocery bag full of takeout/junkmail/random car trash and gave it to them and asked them to throw it away for me. They looked confused, but did it.
Second one I get a call at 3 am to come into the hospital to be a witness to sign his will. Had to keep that secret for a few years.
3rd time, he refuses a stent because he dosen’t understand the difference between a catheter stent and a foley catheter, and the doctor didn’t explain the details so I have to explain it dosen’t go up his dick (which he was apparently willing to die to avoid.)
I didn’t realize I’m this pissed about this.
Seriously though, good luck with what you have going on.
Thats a lot of shit to take on without any training or preparation.
I became the defacto care taker of my brother after he broke his neck when I was 16. I have volumes of fucking rage on that alone.
So I Do know all about the Foley catheters! A little lidocane and surgilube, and bada bing, bada boom. You’re pissing all over the room!
Yeah. I’m deliberately not an angry person, but it’s because of having those volumes on my shelf as well.
I think about this a lot as a father. My dad ditched us when I was 10ish, so I have no idea how to be a dad and I default to “Just be there no matter what, take the heavy stuff, and teach what you missed out on.”
My first therapist said “Just accept the fact that you’re going to make mistakes, and that most people turn out just fine in spite of their parents best attempts.”
Cuz you gotta laugh sometimes. Especially when things get heavy. That guy understood my humor surprisingly well.
That sounds like a good therapist. My first one told my mom I was so emotionally damaged she couldn’t help. Cool, no way that’s going to affect my decisions.
If I get started in this thread - beginning with @Andrewgen_Receptors post - I have my pronouns on my hospital badge and am frankly opposed to this - and going on to the medical rage - I carry a very great deal of this - I will miss my workout and I’m on a schedule.
@Andrewgen_Receptors it absolutely is rage-inducing, and I have zero problem with trans people. ZERO. I have problems with strong-arming and completely agree with @twojarslave (obviously because he’s right). Let freedom ring, but not at my expense.
I also RAGE over the end of the computer tests that allowed me to skip to the end and just give it my best shot (e.g. ethics, best care). If I can’t pass the motherfucker, fine, I’ll watch the slow-ass vid, if I can, leave me alone and let me do it!
And the medical idiocy! OMG, it STEAMS me. I had thyroid cancer at age 28, which tumor was noticed by my obstetrician on my first visit for my 3rd baby (had a 3yo and a 1yo at home). Off I go into surgical consults and endocrinology visits in addition to the OB care, but nothing can be done until I have the baby, which pointlessness irritated me as I had other things to do and did not want to spend time waiting in waiting rooms only to be patted on the head. Have a thyroidectomy the day after baby is delivered by c-section (my choice to accelerate it because now I’m dealing with three tiny children). Anyway, I’m assigned an oncologist in the hospital whose sentences I have to finish because I’m impatient and he’s slow. At the first office visit he asks if I’ve lost or gained any weight. Uhh, yeah. I’m not one day postpartum anymore. I’ve lost 20lbs. The next six month checkup it’s obvious that I’m pregnant again (these two sons are 15 months apart, a great big surprise of a baby) (I’m still surprised when I look at him) and he doesn’t miss a beat: “have you lost or gained any weight?” I switched oncologists after that. WTF.
My father died of carelessness, but I won’t get into that because it’ll carry into my day and also now I did post and have to get moving. My coffee is all gone because I rage-drank it.
Jesus Christ.
I read and read and read and asked good moms “what do you do about xyz” and eventually found myself with a master’s degree, essentially in being a functional family. So now I’m a therapist.
My kids have turned out surprisingly well given my deficits going into the game.
Run from that doctor. You can have the disease without any symptoms or markers…come on. And I am diabetic…
You have close to a medical malpractice suit
I don’t understand how doctors can go through as much school as they do and not be bothered to stay up to date on medical research or read the charts of their patients without imparting their own biases onto the charts.
He was recommended by my infectious disease doctor (who obviously has a touch of the 'tism) as the best podiatrist around, so my wife thoight we should get a second opinion. After the diabetes issue he suggested I amputate more toes to "correct the parabola of your foot. "
I went back to my primary podiatrist, told him about what the other doctor said - he blinks a few times and says “Umm . . . that sounds . . . aggressive.” Once I told him the other doctors name he laughed and told me he has written a ton of papers, but really only advocates for splints or surgery.
You people. First I barely got my workout in (with a big 6 min warmup), then I had to pull my hair into a clip because no time to anything else after washing it, then I barely got to work on time, then all 7 of my patients showed and I had a lunch meeting, so had to start the entire day’s paperwork at the end of the day. At some point realized I’m coming down with a cold.
And I blame it on this thread and the stupid trainings you can’t click through to the test, my pointless pronouns badge, and all the dangerously incompetent things some doctors do and say. Instead of pronouns on our hospital badges, maybe we should have competency levels, or a cure vs kill rate.
Yeah, I used to joke that I went to adrenalin junkie hell, and this is my punishment for a life of misdeeds.
So there’s that for the day.
And I’m down to 190 from a high a while back of 210. .
I think you & @QuadQueen deserve a share of that for your sound advice “stop eating like an asshole!”. Even though it wasn’t directed to me, I was reading along and figured “That might just work!” And viola! 20 lbs down.
When I was finally medicated for bipolar, I lost the ability to control the weather and see music. On the upside, people in other cars couldn’t read my mind at traffic lights.
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! And my old lizard brain went “Oh! I remember this stuff!” .