My husband has been telling me to go to the doctor and find out what has been wrong with me because my stomach ailments and my body aches have been getting progressively worse. But for me going to the doctor seems to be easier said than done.
Maybe that's because I have been misdiagnosed by at several doctors and treated like a research project by some others. I have been simply told nothing was wrong with me after multiple tests from many different doctors. When I was a child I loved my pediatrician, Dr. Seskin. I was always going in for colds and scrapes and bruises from falls. Every winter I would get a terrible cold just in time for Christmas and or my birthday it was like clock work. I also had some type of stomach problem back then because I remember having to use suppositories. I actually looked forward to getting those small lollipops with the string loop from the doctor. I remember being diagnosed with anemia which got worst during puberty. My hormones were all out of whack I would have cramps so bad that it hurt when people would walk across the floor. I remember a gynecologist gave me something called ponstal (I am not sure if I am spelling it right). When I continued to complain he told me he would have to do an internal scope. It was not what he told me but the way he told me. The tone of his voice was as if I had done something wrong or I was lying about having such pain. After that I suffered in silence month after month.
I have always been lactose intolerant even before we knew what it was. I only have memories of adding lots of ice to my milk before drinking it. I do not remember having stomach issues I just remember being asked all the time why I put ice in my milk and saying it made it taste better.
When my husband and I first got married we would got to his mothers for dinner almost every Sunday and by the time we left I would be bloated, have flatulence and have acid indigestion. I was sick! I started carrying Tums or Rolaids with me. I was the only one getting sick, it was quite strange to say the least.
Oh my goodness, looking back I realize I have had health issues for most of my life. I understand why my husband once told me he thought I was a hypochondriac. I have had so many health issues I could write a long book, but I wont. Just know that I have made an appointment with a gastroenterologist. I severely dislike going to doctors. But I am sick and tired of getting sicker and tired-er. I already know what the problem is but my husband and cousin want me to stop self diagnosing myself. They want a real diagnosis from a real doctor. The running joke between my husband and I is that I am not a doctor but I play one at home. I was very anxious about going to the doctor but after talking to my brother I feel less anxious. Plus there is no sense in worrying about the unknown. If I don't get answers from this doctor I can get a second opinion, right.
Oh well anxiety or not I am going to the doctor.
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