So I had an appointment today with my new neurologist. The last one I was seeing, well let’s just say we didn’t exactly see eye to eye. He was super dismissive and made it seem like everything was just in my head.. I mean it is literally in my head, the whole brain lesion business, but you know what I mean! So I recently changed to a newer doctor at the MS clinic I go to and I saw him for the second time today. First of all, I wasn’t even sure if it was him when he called my name because he’s grown out his hair to resemble a middle aged Justin Bieber, which was a surprise, but his flowing locks aside, it wasn’t the most productive feeling appointment.
I’ve started to wonder if every neurologist actually has a stick permanently placed up their butts. Now I’m not sure on this, but I think it’s quite possibly a secret requirement to become one. Maybe in medical school potential neurologists are required to place said stick up there to join the club, and to encourage them to look constantly annoyed. Or maybe it happens after a few years of doing the job. It’s hard to say. But I’m sorry to say it, but I don’t know if I’ve ever met one that didn’t seem to fit this description!
Today wasn’t that much different than any other time I’ve met with a neuro, except maybe this one’s stick is slightly shorter than the last one’s, but he still definitely has one. It’s just disappointing to wait for so long to see someone and then leave with unanswered questions. I know he’s better than the alternative, which is a grumpy older man who clearly doesn’t enjoy his work – or people in general… But one thing they all seem to have in common, is giving that look of I’m not really taking you seriously. Brushing past any concerns without really addressing the problem. Sometimes really all someone is looking for is a “yeah, that can happen”!
It’s a strange experience to have a chronic illness and need to be followed by a specialist. At least it has been for me so far. For me it’s been just a guy I wait for months to see, for ten minutes tops. They’re basically in charge of the big stuff, but have barely gotten to know me! The last guy didn’t even learn my name and would just call me slugger, or kiddo. That’s probably the first time I’ve been a slugger!
Anyways, I get it’s not an easy job, and some of them do a lot to help, but at the same time it’s not easy being a patient either, and sometimes I think they forget that. I mean, would it kill ya to smile! ;)
In other news, I started a “mindfulness meditation” class today at the same hospital with a group of other MSers, which I think is going to be interesting! So I’m looking forward to that.
That’s all for now, off to research the stick-up-butt requirements. Which now that I think about it, could actually be a dangerous thing to google…