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Monday, June 22, 2009

Neurologist or . . . ?

My second visit with the neurologist was June 22, 2009. I had been out of the hospital since Thursday.
I also developed the following additional symptoms since the hospitalization.

  • Both of my legs are cramping.
  • My sweating is reduced.
  • The bottom of my feet feel like I am walking on hot concrete.
  • I have developed wavy vision.
  • I have the sensation of insects biting my legs.
  • I feel like I have a weight on my chest making it hard for me to catch my breath.
Cathy went with me to the second visit to the neurologist. To say this visit did not go well is an understatement. The neurologist had a student with him and asked for permission for her to observe. We guessed it was his daughter, this was fine with us.

After reviewing my medical records and recent hospitalization, he seemed irritated and frustrated. He did not seem to care that his office refused to see me when I was in distress.

After a quick exam, he stated that, "there was nothing wrong with me!' I explained that I was still having significant problems and was out of work and could not do the activities I was doing just a few weeks ago. "Why don't you just get up and do those things...there is nothing wrong with you!" By now, Cathy and I were getting very irritated. The doctor was not listening, visibly hurried and obviously just did not want to deal with me. His opinion was that I had no real medical problem--it was all in my mind due to stress! Nothing we could say or do would convince him otherwise.

There comes a point when you just want to get through with someone and then go do someone else. We were at that point: just get us out of here and we will find a new doctor.

In my first post, I mentioned being a duck. Here is my first "quack." Sorry, I just had to vent a little.

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