I’ve been told some hilarious and downright ridiculous things by doctors over the years. Here are some of my favourites;
After being bedbound for 3 months with (what turned out to be lyme disease), when I could barely walk or even sit up in a chair, a doctor told me I had a cold and that it sometimes takes a while to get your energy back, especially when you have a prolonged cough. “I don’t have a cough, I’ve not ever had a cough with this” I said. “Oh well, maybe when you have hayfever then it can take a while to recover..” “I don’t have hayfever and it’s the winter right now… since when does anyone have hayfever in Dec/Jan/February? I said. I then gave up and left.
At another doctors visit I explained I was so sick I was in bed 23 and a half hours a day, he dismissed me entirely as having anything wrong with me. When I mentioned ‘I just want to go back to work’ he suddenly looked shocked and said ‘You’re not well enough to work?!’ Er no, I’m in bed 23.5 hours a day, what kind of work do you think I do?!
When I had hoo-ha problems after courses of anti biotics a few years ago, I went to the GUM clinic and was told I was ‘too clean’ and should stop shoving soap up there. I calmly explained I did no such thing and there was nothing I was doing that would explain the imbalance of bacteria, I did mention the anti biotics, but the doctor didn’t see the connection. It took months of googling to find out for myself that all I needed was some pro biotics from the health food shop. Months of pain and suffering and all the doctor needed to say was ‘you have a bacterial inbalance from the anti biotics, take some probiotics’.
When I was 17/18 I had Seasonal Affective Disorder, before I realised this (for myself) I got very depressed and sometimes suicidal each winter. I went to the doctors looking for help, preferably counselling or even anti depressants as a stop-gap measure and one doctor told me I needed to snap out of it, and that of course I was depressed if I just slept all day and didn’t go out. Another one told me it was my ‘lifestyle’ that was to blame, referring to my sexuality. I stopped going after that. It was only after a suicide attempt, months of forced anti depressants (that didn’t help) that I realised myself it was S.A.D. My mum bought me a lightbox and suddenly I could just about scrape through the winters.
I’m not angry anymore, I just think it’s bizarre that these people managed to get through medical school, maybe they have good book knowledge but they clearly are not up to scratch on the people and listening skills. Is that part of the medicine exams? If not, why not?!
All this being said, I’ve also had some fantastic doctors, but they don’t make for funny stories!
Have you been told anything similar by slightly less on-the-ball health professionals? I’d love to hear your experiences!