Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Back in November, I went to my general practitioner to get clearance for my toe-straightening surgery. After asking me what meds I was on, she decided that I shouldn't be on omeprazole (acid blocker) anymore and insisted that I take all sorts of tests to see if I can get off the meds.
Those tests led to more tests....and another doctor, who..........
led to more tests and yet another doctor--a surgeon at that.
After taking a few tests (and refusing a whole lot more), I've sort of come to the conclusion that the more doctors I see, the sicker I am--just ask them.
With absolutely no symptoms, pain or indications, this guy decided he wanted to take my gallbladder out. I guess those two 1 or 2 mm size gallstones are causing me all sorts of problems that I didn't know I had. He even told me that I passed one already. Funny how he knew that and I didn't. I would think that I would notice something like that.
I'm taking the slow road with things, much to their chagrin. I refuse tests for the sake of taking tests. I ask a lot of questions--which they don't like. I question their thinking and that really makes them mad--but it is my body parts that they want to remove. I'm weird like that.
I must have really irked this guy because he said to me "YOU came to us with your GERD problems! It's not like we came to YOU!".
Uh, yeah, you did. I just came in for clearance for toe surgery and now you want to take out my gallbladder.
Is it me or is this madness?