I think my doc hates me
May. 18th, 2012 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magyar_samanI think I offend her, because I refuse to go on a statin or anything else. I also refuse to see a nutritionist, and NOW is not the time to quit smoking.
At any rate...she gave me antibiotics but refused to give me a diuretic even though every other doctor I've seen about this problem in the past, has. She "wants to make sure it's my heart first." Did an EKG, came out normal - not even a hint of my on-again off-again atrial arrhythmias. I probably inherited my ticker from my father who managed to abuse his till it finally gave out at 62. Drinking and weighing 500lbs will do that. I mean it; the man made me look positively skinny at 296lbs.
That's 296 with roughly 20-40lbs extra water weight, so that means I did lose weight and it wasn't a case of the waistband on my shorts wearing out.
She says to me "So what is the problem today?" I said "Renal failure?" She said "Why do you think that?" I held out my legs, which right now, look about as big as two stovepipes, and said "Well, look!".
SHE couldn't manage to get a pit in the edema but then again, she didn't push long enough for the fluid to move and MAKE the pit. I can get pits just fine.
They did get all excited when I answered most of their PTSD questions with a "yes". I had to add that I knew I had PTSD but it was security-related, not combat-related. The nurse asked if I wanted to see a shrink and I told her I already had one, just need to make a new appointment.
If it isn't my heart doing this then I have no clue what it could be. Kidneys infected? NO clue. Hopefully if it IS infection-related, the antibiotics will clear it out.
In the meantime I am sitting sideways to my desk, with my cordless keyboard across my knees, with my legs on a chair, waiting for M to return with my antiobiotics so I can take some then get some sleep.
At any rate...she gave me antibiotics but refused to give me a diuretic even though every other doctor I've seen about this problem in the past, has. She "wants to make sure it's my heart first." Did an EKG, came out normal - not even a hint of my on-again off-again atrial arrhythmias. I probably inherited my ticker from my father who managed to abuse his till it finally gave out at 62. Drinking and weighing 500lbs will do that. I mean it; the man made me look positively skinny at 296lbs.
That's 296 with roughly 20-40lbs extra water weight, so that means I did lose weight and it wasn't a case of the waistband on my shorts wearing out.
She says to me "So what is the problem today?" I said "Renal failure?" She said "Why do you think that?" I held out my legs, which right now, look about as big as two stovepipes, and said "Well, look!".
SHE couldn't manage to get a pit in the edema but then again, she didn't push long enough for the fluid to move and MAKE the pit. I can get pits just fine.
They did get all excited when I answered most of their PTSD questions with a "yes". I had to add that I knew I had PTSD but it was security-related, not combat-related. The nurse asked if I wanted to see a shrink and I told her I already had one, just need to make a new appointment.
If it isn't my heart doing this then I have no clue what it could be. Kidneys infected? NO clue. Hopefully if it IS infection-related, the antibiotics will clear it out.
In the meantime I am sitting sideways to my desk, with my cordless keyboard across my knees, with my legs on a chair, waiting for M to return with my antiobiotics so I can take some then get some sleep.
