I went to a dermatologist last week to have a cyst removed from my shoulder, and as usual Roman, my husband, came with me. The nurse took us back to the exam room and told us that Roman would not be able to stay with me during the procedure. She then went on about aftercare of which I heard nothing.
I started to cry hysterically after she left and Roman tried to calm me down. All I could say was that I didn't want him to leave. The nurse and the person who was doing the procedure came in and asked what was wrong. I said I didn't want my husband to leave and they said it was their protocol, and I could leave if I wasn't happy about this. They said "what surgical procedure do you know of, where a partner is allowed to be present?" I couldn't think of anything until later today when it occurred to me that during a C-section a partner is present.
I have been waiting for this appointment for a while and wanted it to be done, so they made Roman leave.
I sobbed through the entire procedure and they kept asking me what I was so afraid of, in a belittling sort of way. I said, "I am not afraid I just want my husband with me". Or, "I don't want to be alone" and they said you aren't alone you are with us, I said "that is the problem."
They told me not to stretch the area where the stitches are or the stitches could come undone. I asked, what do I do if that happens? She said you will have a big scar. I was expecting to be told to come back, but no, more anxiety. I said I guess I can put a lidocane patch on it and then have my husband staple it closed with my goat stapler. I would do this before ever going back there again.
They made me feel so dumb. I started to calm down towards the end, and finally, it was over. As I was walking to the checkout, I lost it again. The poor lady asked me what was wrong and I just sobbed that was the worst experience of my life and I will never come back here.
The other lady went and got Roman who tried to calm me down. I told him, I just wanted to get out of there. So he gave me the car keys and said to go, he would check me out. I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
I understand how there are certain protocols that offices have to have, but there should be accommodations made for certain people who are having mental issues. I am growing more fearful of seeing doctors, and I can see this will become more debilitating over time if I can't find doctors who are more empathic to the disease process I have. I can't help this and their reactions only made me become more agitated.
I now know that I had the right as a disabled person to have Roman present if I started to pull the ADA card out of the pack, but should I have to? My GP said I should start taking valium if I think I am going to get agitated, but should I have to? Will I start to have a panic attack thinking I am going to have one?
I am still all worked up about this whole experience.
I wrote to and spoke to my neurologist because I read panic attacks are something associated with MS. This was so over the top, it was terrifying at the time, but looking back my reaction was extreme and this is not me. She said it was the result of an accumulation of stressors and an acceptable reaction. I am like wow really? She does however want to me do a sleep study, redo my cognitive function tests, and rule out anything else. She did say that the long term use of cannabis has also been associated with Panic attacks.
I know that MS can cause unpredictable, uncontrollable responses to normal stimuli, and medical professionals should understand this and be more accommodating to those who need it.
Are panic attacks part of MS? Will they start happening more often?
Thanks, MS warriors,
Mea