Dear Diary: My Endocrinologist Visit Did Not End Up Good

My Mother and some orderlies helping me out on the wheelchair

Wheeling unto the uncertainty again I go

Waiting for the Elevator; The Doctor's Clinic was on the 4th Floor

I was resting my elbows on the pillow that we brought I a hope to ease up my back but it didn't made a difference as I am still in pain here

The nurse secretary taking my vital signs. The last photo taken by my brother because it is not allowed to take photo of the super important doctor

I was so happy at first but it ended up not as planned. Me and my parents plus my brother went into the hospital very early as the doctor's clinic starts at 8:00 AM. I thought that I will have to wait from the car but after my mother finished enlisting me to see the doctor, my parents wheeled me out to the waiting area.

I thought that I will just have to wait for just maybe a couple of hours as my number on the queue list is 20th, but my mother bargained for me to get a lower number citing that my back is aching and I can't sit for long. So it was successful and we got a higher number but the doctor actually was known for having a long, long time sessions per patient. I got called at around 2:00 o'clock.

Before I was called I was already in agony and just requested my mother to massage my back because I am in deep pain. I am not used to sit for long hours. There also a notice on the adjacent room where the doctor conducts her clinic where there are no cameras allowed. My brother did requested to get a photo but she refused as she was so important or a celebrity for that matter.

So I finally met the doctor. The doctor asked us what we want her to do for me. I told her not focus on the problem on my face because I want to get checked for my parathyroid as I believe that it was the root cause of my bone problem.

In that instance I think I blew her top or maybe bruised her ego because she thought that I was telling her what to do. She actually told me to tell her what to do and she started to get angry. I told her to please check my parathyroid so she writes a lab test for it. I ended arguing for her to look at my parathyroid because it was the reason for me to see her at the first place.

She was also interviewing me about my kidney history but not taking my word for it as I do not have any lab results to show so I told her to write me a lab request so that she can see what she wants, she got angry again because I was telling her that. I kept on telling her that my parathyroid had a history of lumping on my throat and that it hurted at some point in time and that she just have to check it out, she refused and told me patients cannot just say what they want and get it.

She also said that she cannot help me so we left the clinic. It was OK for me, she is not the the last endocrinologist in town anyway. But I got he lab request for the parathyroid function. We went to the other part of the city to get my blood drawn for the lab test. It was an expensive kind of a laboratory test which requires it to be sent to Manila, Philippines and we will get a result after one week. I was so in pain at this point because I have to walk and stand for a while in the laboratory place.

The laboratory request for my Parathyroid. It costed me $30 but since I am a person with disability I am eligible for a $4 discount. It's a relatively expensive laboratory procedure but I went on doing it anyway for future reference for a doctor

My Nephrologist was the second from below

We were so hungry too. Leaving our house at before 8:00 AM and waiting in agony until 2:00 PM and then arguing to the egomaniac doctor who does not want to get photographed too is just made this day a real bad one for me. The crutch courier kept on calling too, I will post that later.

I may visit a ENT doctor this time who has a reconstructive specialty. The last doctors kept on pointing me to that type of doctor anyway so in a few weeks I will as they are not available for a few weeks as I have learned from the secretary. My doctor's visit makes me want to cry as if I was denied treatment but I will still keep on going because the steemit community is behind me. God help me. God Bless you all that helps me.