More on Dr. Bleeecccchhhh
Dr. Bleeecccchhhh doesn't really actually even know me. I only saw him a couple of times before, but didn't like him (albeit I despised him less, then) so pretty much everything went through the LPN who was my therapist. With her serving as a buffer between me and him, we were able to do some good work. He didn't even recognize me yesterday, or ask me any meaningful question whatsoever, so....
That said, a week's worth of meds from an ass is better than no meds at all from Mother Theresa, so...
An example, had he bothered, he would have asked about other medications I take. In 2000, I had one of many diagnostic laparoscopies for a biopsy and lysis of some endometrial adhesions. I had endometriosis and polycystic ovarion syndrome (PCOS). When I was going into the operating room, I mentioned some groin pain to my doctor...
Ladies, should you *ever* have the privilege of seeing the OB/GYN Dr. Kathryn Gruenwald, know that she is the absolute BEST doctor I have ever seen, anywhere, ever, and I have seen a few.
Without her, I never would have been able to survive the endometriosis, PCOS, bladder reconstruction, hernia, inability to walk, limping, pain, anguish, despair, etc., etc., etc. She deserves a Nobel Prize, although I don't know if should be for medicine or peace. Maybe both.
Anyway, when I had the surgery I mention above, I told her about this persistent groin pain that I had. It wasn't debilitating, and, had I known what would become of it, I would never have told her anything, but I can't undo that, or anything else. She said she'd see if she could see anything during the surgery. She looked, saw a hernia, and had another doc come in while I was still under to repair it (I'd given my permission, of course). He put in a mesh to repair a 4" hernia. In doing so, a relatively important nerve was caught, or entrapped, in the mesh. That was horrible, horrible, horrible; causing two full years of suffering, and lifelong nerve damage not only to the nerve that was entrapped, but also to superficial nerves in the groin, up my abdomen a good 6 inches, and down my leg a good 8-10. Because of the enduring neuropathy, I take the drug, Neurontin for the pain caused by the nerve damage. Neurontin's generic name is Gabapentin. In my research since Monday, I have learned that Gabapentin is also prescribed for bipolar disorder. You see, to me, even a mediocre doctor would have taken the time to find out that much information. Dr. Bleeecccchhhh, therefore, is less than a mediocre doctor. With the physical health problems I have had, especially since 1992 or '93, I have seen so many doctors at so many clinics and hospitals that I feel I am a pretty good judge.
Dr. Blatt confirmed my self-diagnosis, but didn't actually ask me anything to figure it out. He asked me what I think I have, and was willing to go with it when I told him, without me giving any background info whatsoever, etc. Now, in his defense, he did consult the therapy notes that ST had made, but was more interested in appointments I'd had to cancel than in anything else. So, it is *conceivable* that what he saw in those notes in combination with what he saw sitting before him was sufficient to confirm the diagnosis. But I am still not happy about his not taking ANY history related to what may have transpired since the last time he took a history in 2006, nor am I pleased with his not even bothering to ask about meds. I am even less pleased with his "bedside manner," rudeness, confrontational attitude, and lack of humanity. BUT, when it comes down to it, I got what I wanted right then and there, and can do what a friend of mine says, and change doctors or dosages or drugs, or some combination thereof, as I move forward.
And I do feel less hopeless, so that's a start! Thank Heaven this doesn't seem to take as long to take effect as SSRIs!!!
I will write more, soon.
That said, a week's worth of meds from an ass is better than no meds at all from Mother Theresa, so...
An example, had he bothered, he would have asked about other medications I take. In 2000, I had one of many diagnostic laparoscopies for a biopsy and lysis of some endometrial adhesions. I had endometriosis and polycystic ovarion syndrome (PCOS). When I was going into the operating room, I mentioned some groin pain to my doctor...
Ladies, should you *ever* have the privilege of seeing the OB/GYN Dr. Kathryn Gruenwald, know that she is the absolute BEST doctor I have ever seen, anywhere, ever, and I have seen a few.
Without her, I never would have been able to survive the endometriosis, PCOS, bladder reconstruction, hernia, inability to walk, limping, pain, anguish, despair, etc., etc., etc. She deserves a Nobel Prize, although I don't know if should be for medicine or peace. Maybe both.
Anyway, when I had the surgery I mention above, I told her about this persistent groin pain that I had. It wasn't debilitating, and, had I known what would become of it, I would never have told her anything, but I can't undo that, or anything else. She said she'd see if she could see anything during the surgery. She looked, saw a hernia, and had another doc come in while I was still under to repair it (I'd given my permission, of course). He put in a mesh to repair a 4" hernia. In doing so, a relatively important nerve was caught, or entrapped, in the mesh. That was horrible, horrible, horrible; causing two full years of suffering, and lifelong nerve damage not only to the nerve that was entrapped, but also to superficial nerves in the groin, up my abdomen a good 6 inches, and down my leg a good 8-10. Because of the enduring neuropathy, I take the drug, Neurontin for the pain caused by the nerve damage. Neurontin's generic name is Gabapentin. In my research since Monday, I have learned that Gabapentin is also prescribed for bipolar disorder. You see, to me, even a mediocre doctor would have taken the time to find out that much information. Dr. Bleeecccchhhh, therefore, is less than a mediocre doctor. With the physical health problems I have had, especially since 1992 or '93, I have seen so many doctors at so many clinics and hospitals that I feel I am a pretty good judge.
Dr. Blatt confirmed my self-diagnosis, but didn't actually ask me anything to figure it out. He asked me what I think I have, and was willing to go with it when I told him, without me giving any background info whatsoever, etc. Now, in his defense, he did consult the therapy notes that ST had made, but was more interested in appointments I'd had to cancel than in anything else. So, it is *conceivable* that what he saw in those notes in combination with what he saw sitting before him was sufficient to confirm the diagnosis. But I am still not happy about his not taking ANY history related to what may have transpired since the last time he took a history in 2006, nor am I pleased with his not even bothering to ask about meds. I am even less pleased with his "bedside manner," rudeness, confrontational attitude, and lack of humanity. BUT, when it comes down to it, I got what I wanted right then and there, and can do what a friend of mine says, and change doctors or dosages or drugs, or some combination thereof, as I move forward.
And I do feel less hopeless, so that's a start! Thank Heaven this doesn't seem to take as long to take effect as SSRIs!!!
I will write more, soon.
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