I went to my long awaited appointment this afternoon.The building looked like it was from the future and echoed!
The Dr definitely needed his people skills refining.I felt really unsettled.He barked out questions to me as he typed away and then looked sneeringly at my crutches then said" I don't mind you using crutches (well thank you) but elbow crutches" (I use gutter crutches as I have a weak grip and cant put weight through my hands)
then he had a go because I told him that physio had told me to stop the hand exercises because of the pain.He said I have to do them and buy stress balls to strengthen my hands.
All the time he spoke to me as if I'd committed the ultimate sin! He had the nerve to tell me that there is no cure for fibro (which of course I know) and said that He doesn't think it is fibro as I have a lot of other medical problems that have the same symptoms.(as I was diagnosed by the rheumatologist and I had the letter with me,it wasn't his place to dispute it! By this point I was almost ignoring him so I didn't care!
He said to stop taking the Amiltriptaline and prescribed pregablin 50mg 3x a day. And the best part of the appointment,I don't have to see his cheerful face again!!!!! Oh and he also told me most vehemently that I HAD to get my depression under control and I had to self refer myself to a psychologist. I really can't understand why I was in tears on the way home.!
The thing is that I forgot to tell him about my aortic valve stenosis and I think that you can't take pregablin if you have a heart condition so I have to wait til I can ring the Dr in the morning to check before I take them!