I used to think medicine was a science. Silly me. You have a symptom, there is a test, you are diagnosed and treated. Simple, right? Wrong.
For the past month now, I have had disturbing symptoms [I will not go into that here I am talking theoretically now.] I have been to 7 doctor appointments with 5 different doctors. Each says something different. I have had 6 tests – one of which I had to run to NYC for last week. I have 3 more tests scheduled [this too is an annoyance – I have to wait upwards or 4 or 5 weeks for these tests that the doctors think I need so desparately and suffer symptoms in the meantime and hope that waiting so long will not be a detriment.] All of this – and still no answers. Oh – one test came back with the words “of unknown significance.” What the heck is that? Noone knows that either, but it was of enough significance to order more tests. Sheesh. And I have been given four medicines to take so far – all without a diagnosis. “Take this, let’s see if it works.” Sure.
So I have resorted to searching the internet [this can be both a good thing and a bad thing there are some scary things out there.] Maybe I can diagnose myself.
And I wonder – why is this so hard? Isn’t medicine science?