SECOND IN MY SERIES ABOUT HEALTH, HEALING AND DOCTORS
In my previous article I described the results of my November doctor visit. From several doctor visits over the past three years, the diagnosis has been hypothyroidism, and anemia. Never been diagnosed with any serious disease. Haven’t taken an aspirin nor tylenol in seven years and only take one prescription pill, Synthroid. But I take a lot of vitamins and minerals, I will discuss later.
As I have related in previous articles, I grew up with hearing my mother repeat like a mantra, “Be your own doctor, your own counselor, own banker and own preacher.” Plus prohibiting any mention of diet or retiring.
Continuing subsequent events, following my last October doctor appointment, when I received prescription for medicated shampoo, and ordered other test for heart because of diagnosed anemia.
A couple of weeks into November I received the billed charges from my insurance company with the name of a doctor I did not know. I called his office and asked if I had ever seen him. The receptionist said no, but he interpreted the results. I asked for a copy and informed they were sent to my primary doctor. I asked her to call primary doctor to forward test to me. The assistant from her office called and said the doctor would discuss results at a December 4th appointment. That is, discuss the results of the test from the cardiovascular doctor I never saw, who interpreted. Which was October 27th.
Checking my calendar, and realizing it was about six weeks from the October visit to December appointment, I consoled myself thinking it must not be anything serious if I’m waiting six weeks to be informed of results.
At my December appointment, the doctor conveyed to me I had a serious anemia problem, but did not know why, naming several things it could be, like cancer or internal bleeding. And wanted to order more tests. I objected, but reluctantly agreed to see a specialist in gastroenterology, for internal bleeding.
I waited an hour past my appointment with my daughter-in-law who usually accompanies me and is a great advocate to have with me when I see a doctor. An assistant took blood pressure and it was 188 over something, quite high. My daughter-in-law spoke up and said, She has never had high blood pressure, something is wrong. Insisted it be checked 3 times. The third time it was about 30 points lower.
The doctor entered and sat across from me (without the usual computor), and discussed a bit of history, reading from his printed report. Noting that I had refused a previously ordered colonoscopy. Noting no date on last test for iron. Left to call primary doctor, returned saying the last test for iron was in 2007, but needed to know if I would submit to a colonoscopy before he proceeded with the test.
So I’m sitting there feeling quite dizzy, realizing the doctor has discovered from my records that I balk at tests, feeling a bit under attack, and required to make a decision about something I knew little about. I told him I was reluctant to submit and asked if it was painful. He indicated there was no need to proceed further with iron test unless I was willing to have a colonoscopy. Then I said I would consider and probably would take have the procedure.
He sent me for the blood test for iron, which was a harrowing experience. The technician kept jabbing my arm then saying the vein had collapsed, and then started jabbing the other. I have had many blood tests, but never have I had such a painful, lengthy experience for blood-drawing. I felt like I was going to faint. My daughter-in-law came into the room and another assistant entered to assist in the blood test. I was ready to scream.
We left to check out and the receptionist charged me twice the usual co-pay because her records showed an amount of co-pay which does not go into effect until 2010.
A few days later I received a call saying the blood test showed iron deficiency and wanted to set an appointment for the colonoscopy. I said No, no, no, I’m not ready to do that.
I hung up thinking I had had a very unpleasant experience with the blood pressure technician, a harrowing experience with the blood test technician, a doctor wanted me to commit to a procedure I know nothing about, an overcharge at the desk, then a call to schedule the procedure.
Needless to say, by this time I’m a very unhappy camper. Made some calls to others, learning it requires fasting, drinking liquid which bloats, drugging with a sedative, and some have had perforation of the colon plus more to the procedure.
The doctor had not explained anything to me relative to all that the procedure entailed. No idea what the cost would be. No idea what he is looking for and no idea of what he’s going to do about whatever he finds. Just a call to set an appointment to have the procedure.
This is the modus operandi of most doctors now-a-days.
It seems to me the standing operating procedure, now-a-days for most doctors, is to order test after test, set another appointment for more expensive tests. It appears to me, instead of treating a patient with compassion and with an interest in diagnosing to determine cause, with interest to effect a cure, there’s an attitude of hurried diagnosis by elimination, ordering one test after another.
I don’t mean to imply all doctors have this calloused disinterest in healing, but most do. Here I am, over two months going for appointments and procedures for anemia, costing thousands of dollars and my only benefit has been a prescription for medicated shampoo. And no idea of the cause nor the cure for anemia.
I probably have over a hundred books on disease, healing, nutrition, and such subjects, so I pulled them out of storage and began reading. And have learned that anemia is some nutritional deficiency. Either a result of some deficiency in the intake of what the body requires or some problem with the body’s ability to absorb nutrients, frequently an absence of hydrochloric acid to properly digest and get to the cell level.
In this connection, remind myself my health is my responsibility, and recall my mother saying “Be your own doctor.”
I spent several years doing nutritional counseling, helping others with a nutritional program for their health problems. I decided I must do this for myself. Discarding the old notion that if a person doctors themself, he has a fool for a doctor and an idiot for a patient.
Since October I have spent hours reading, and sat down with a yellow pad writing out a nutritional program for myself. I’ve spent hundreds of dollars ordering the supplements and things I needed to restore nutritional balance and deal with the anemia.
In my next article I will describe the route I have taken and why, to deal with anemia, dizzyness and low energy levels, and already experiencing positive results.
The last doctor told me the average person my age takes nine pills of medication per day, and just yesterday listening to Dr. Oz, taking six or more there’s apt to be a conflict in the interaction of the medications.
Third article in this series next.
LET FREEDOM RING