Patient @ MindSay

Now this is what I don't get. Shouldn't my doctor be listening to what I have to say?

All I want in a doctor is for him/her to listen to my concerns and my wants for myself and for them to go about the best way for me to treat myself. Did you get all that? I want to be treated for my disease the way I want to be treated. I'm not going back to Synthroid and that's all I have to fucking say! I'm the one who has gone years of poor medical treatment, I'm the one who has all the side-affects from the synthroid such as dry skin, dry brittle hair, thinning of the hair, funky yellow nails, puffy face, slow metabolism and the list continues on and on.  I was diagnosed with hypothryoidism well after the fact that all the symptoms were first noticed.

I grew up as the fat kid. The kid who couldn't do math to save his life. I always had a hard time concentrating in that subject and I still do. I'm the kid who always got chosen last because he couldn't run if his life depended on it. The one who constantly had to buy new clothes because he just kept on getting fatter and fatter. And do you know why my doctors answer to all of that weight gain and difficulty losing weight was? He just needs to exercise and play sports.

No, he never listened to me as a kid when I told him I just didn't feel like playing sports and that I was tired all of the time. NO! I was just some lazy boy who needed to get out there and play sports.

I've gone through countless doctors. The first doctor to diagnose me with Hypothryoidism was the same doctor who for 12 years told me I just needed to play sports and then finally he has a fucking epiphany when he checked my thryroid. He didn't even know until I started to develop a goiter. Then I moved on to an Endocrinologist who could barely speak english. He used to yell at me and tell me "Do you want to die? If you do not exercise now you will die." All the while I'm only 12 years old. No child wants to be told that especially when there was nothing I could for all those years prior to being treated! How fucking insane!

Then I moved on to several doctors after that because they all decided to leave the family practice office. So my files just kept getting passed on to yet another doctor with no real information about my thyroid history. So I finally decide to visit my family doctor and get a referral for a new Endocrinologist because it's been years since I've had bloodwork or even a thryoid checkup since the last time when they thought I had a tumor on my gland.

I recently switched to Armour Thryoid. It's a thryoid blend made from the dissicated thryoid glands of pigs. It's a blend of both T4 and T3's. Which is supposedly better for you than Synthroid which is only T4. However Synthroid has given me nothing more than problems for the past 7 years such as thinning hair, yellow nails, bad skin, headaches, the same list as above. So I switched meds for my sake. I'm fucking 20 years old, I shouldn't have to deal with these problems yet! Then the specialist doctor today tells me he'd rather me switch back to Synthroid since he PREFERS that all his patients use Synthroid.

NO way! I'm the patient and what I say goes! I've told him about the side affects it caused me and yet it was still more than persistent about switching me back. He told me that the dry brittle hair is just male pattern baldness....So the fact that I've been losing my hair since I was 12 doesn't strike you odd? I told him.  He said it's probably just genetic male pattern baldness. All of the male members in my family aren't bald yet. Neither grandparents, nor uncles, nor male cousins.

This Doctor is full of shit! I asked him all kinds of questions today about the T3 and T4 and Armour and he could barely answer me back without 20-40 seconds of awkward  Umms and Uhhhs. This is his profession! Shouldn't he know more about ALL the drug treatments out there instead of the ONE that causes the most adverse side-affects?

I'm not happy with doctors at the moment....


Tschuess!

I'm being patient.
I don't want to be patient.
I want things to happen now.
If things work out, the wait will be worth it.
But I want it...and you...

I hate just having to sit and wait for dreams to come true...

I want to be patient.
I want it all to be worth the waiting.

But I just...

lol, so our solar system lost its ninth planet yesterday. How weird is that!?!? Now, the old acronym "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas" can't be used...perhaps they'll change it to "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nachos!"

 

lol...I've been desperately trying to finish Chapter 13...but I think I need to sit down and figure out where this story is going! lol. I need to review that before I'm goign to be able to get more done. For those of you who are actually interested, I haven't abandoned hope...yet! so, please, Be PATIENT! lol. later!

E asked me the other day how Lot could be considered righteous (2 Peter 2:7,8) if he had really offered his virgin daughters up to the men of Sodom to do whatever they wished with them (Genesis 19:8).  To answer this, we really need to look at the exchange between Yahweh and Abraham.

The happenings of Genesis 19 must be read in light of the theme in Genesis 18 and preceding. Abraham asks Yahweh repeatedly: "Will you not deal rightously?" "Will you not spare the city on account of the righteous?" Abraham believed God to be faithful to his covenant promises. Abraham knew the consequences of not following the stipulations of the coenant, but he knew that God's patience and mercy runs deep, and he knew deep down in his bones that God would deal justly. The dialogue in the preceding chapter 18 is not a bargaining ploy. It is Abraham getting reassurance that his God is a faithful, just, patient, merciful, righteous God. God shows his faithful, patient mercy by assuring Abraham if there only ten righteous people in the city, it would be spared. Of course, as this familiar story unfolds, we realize there aren't ten righteous, there aren't even five. There are only Lot and his immediate family.  I will continue this a bit later.  

Friday was a strange day. My bus was 20 minutes late, because of a little blizzard... Blizzards in Bavaria....really scary, eh? Sun, where are you? And I think that's not the meaning of the song "Let it snow" right?

 And then, while I was waiting with a bunch of other students and school kids, someone told me that I am a very patient person.

   I laughed for hours. 

 

  Wait a second.... I'm still laughing.  (gosh, and I luv Gary!!!)

 

There are some crazy people out there on the streets, eh?