No more tears.

A doctor should not make you cry.

The past two appointments I went to, I left in tears.

It wasn't the fact, I have health issues.

It was a way he treated me.

The first time, I left in tears was when, I brought in a year old study-which was misplaced after the baby was born.

We were a little out of it when the baby was born. My father in law was diagnosed with terminal cancer (He live three day after we brought the baby home). The excess stress of my husband's depression, my ever growing list of medical problem with the pregnancy, the stress won out and I went into the hospital with chest pains.

The chest X-ray showed a 24 mm mass on my lung causing to fill with fluid and collapse.

We had been in the hospital for 8 hours. My husband, the brand new baby and I were all sleep deprived. The results ended up being folded in half and placed in my book bag.

I was under the influence of drugs and my husband was reeling of the emending loss of his father. All I remember is I need a follow up.

I did follow up with my PCP the following Tuesday. The test results were either not forwarded to him, or never placed in my chart. I went off of what I remembered. Which wasn't much.

I was studying on the job when I doing transport EMS. I was looking for a pencil, and found my test results A WHOLE YEAR LATER. A little after the date of the original test.

I was stunned. I made and appointment immediately to see my pcp.

The day of my appointment, I was late. I was refused at the door to see the doctor. In my rush, I left the important paperwork at home.

The receptionist wouldn't even let me get a word in. She explained this was my third no show. Honestly, my mind has been cloudy. Stress is an evil beast. I knew I had been a late a few times and a no show once prior. But she just kept nit picking.

I left in tears.

I rushed home. Picked up the paper and sped back to my PCPs office before they closed for the day. With a half hour to spare, I walked in. Right past the receptionist into the doctor private office. I laid the paper in front of him. He acted like he didn't believe it (it was a year old).

He stated this is serious, and I don't look like I'm in distress. YEAH. Really? I didn't know they make X-rays eyeballs.


He ordered a CT and upper GI. He told me not to worry until The test came back. In most of these cases, the masses are normally benign. He also wondered why this wasn't brought up before.

Again, I'm a new mom, care for my house, kids and husband because his father had passed. There were a lot of other things I put in front of myself-Including organization.

I lost the script.

The imaging place called my PCP to have the order given over the phone. The receptionist refused to get my doctor on the phone.

In fact, the nurse at the imaging center was VERY pissed off. I could hear her in the other other room raising her voice. Saying things like you are not a doctor and you cannot make those kind of decisions. Also, well I don't care if you are reading it out if the chart. I need the doctor to give me the orders. She also used a few choice words.

I'm was sleep deprived. Honestly, I couldn't tell you what happened that day. All I remember was entertaining the baby, while drifting on and off to sleep. I also remember asking the tech if she could tell me anything. She hugged me and said no because wasn't the specialist.

I waited for the results. I called three days after-nothing. I called 7 days after-still nothing. Two weeks passed, and I called again. This time I was told the has nothing. I began to wail. My husband took the phone from me a demanded they follow up on the test. Three minutes later, I got a call from the receptionist saying they got the report. She said she had read it, and it was good news.

The doc calls three hours later, and says it came back normal.

Mind you, I'm still having the same symptoms to this day.

How can a Tumor disappear?

I went into the hospital for a wide array of other issues, and growths. Everything came back normal. Mostly lower bowel, and low back. My white count has been high. I have been anemic with low K levels. No studies were done near the posterior mid sternum area. I think that is what he was trying to stress to me. That I have been seen so many times something should have been found by now.

Again, I'm still having the same symptoms.

I keep begging the doctor to please re-due the tests. He tells me to drop it. The test came back normal so it's all in my head. He even tried to blame my fibromyalgia and anxiety for my symptoms. He also asked if I had GERD.

Yesterday, I go into the PCPs office to come back with the same complaints. I'm trying to tell the doc what is wrong. He says the last CT I got was not even ordered by him, and I never got my upper GI done. He was putting the blame on me.

I tried to explain what the nurse said about his receptionist refusal to transfer her to the doctor, and her vain attempts to read his notes out of my chart.

He's reaction was to defend his receptionist.

I was pissed.

I started to put on my shoes.

Oh yea! I have a new symptom beside the painful/difficulty swallowing, trouble catching my breath, and persistent cough. I am developing blisters on my feet.

He gets all defensive.

He becomes irate.

He asked me if I am mad at him.

I shut down.

I said no. I'm not mad at him. I wouldn't come back here, if I was PISSED AT HIM. I just want to know what's wrong with me.

He said he wanted to leave the receptionist out of it. Just because I have a problem with her.

I proceed to tell him that my husband, my mother and my father all have a problem with her, and it is the main reason why they don't come to the practice.

Then he looked at me and asked me if I was going to be productive during this visit.

I told him, I was tried of this shit. How he treats me likes if I was child. His condescending tone. And lastly, not letting finish what I want to say.

Tomorrow I am going to demand my records from his practice.

I will not leave that office again in tears.