When medical professionals vow to, “First do no harm” that doesn’t just mean “don’t stab a b*tch.” It encompasses a variety of actions and inactions. If doctors had any idea how much more difficult they make my life, I wonder if there would be a shift in how they treat patients their community.
Time and time again doctors will ignore the broken parts of me that they can’t fix and focus on scratches they can put cream on. If they could just admit I’m too broken for them and refer me on so I progress, that would be great. But asserting they can cure me and then putting a bandaid on a bruise and sending me on is maddening. I don’t know how many doctor visits or doctor office phone calls have ended with me seriously contemplating suicide. I’m not getting better, few will help me, most dismiss or ignore me…why keep fighting?
That’s harm.
I’ve been putting in a lot of effort recently to get in with a renown toxicology department. They’re selective in who they’ll see therefore they require referrals and lab results proving you’re not young to waste their time. It’s been weeks of work on my part, but worth it because I finally got in with them. One of the top theories for all my illnesses is that the vast amount of toxins embedded in my body are not only causing primary problems but have resulted in secondary conditions. And a full year of stringent protocols to rid my body of the toxins resulted in lowering my lead levels but nothing else. Nothing. So my Specialist, despite doing everything he knows possible, clearly isn’t enough for my case. So when this big name toxicology department just called me, I was excited. They’ll know what to do, or at the least have more case experiences to build from to gage my prognosis. The polite secretary told me my case had been looked over and accepted, which doctor in the department will see me, and when. Then she informed me they only do heavy metals so I’ll need to go to an allergist for the mold. “It’s not a mold allergy, it’s significant long-term mold exposure that built up and we can’t get out of me. And my labs also showed insecticides, plastics, and petroleums. Is there no one in your toxicology department who will see me for those?” “I don’t know. You’ll have to talk to the doctor about if he knows anyone.” So basically I went through the work of getting in with a big name toxicology department because I have five different types of toxins engrained in my very being, but you’ll only discuss one of them with me which also happens to be the one we’re seeing progress on reducing? Why aren’t you just Big Name Heavy Metal Department?
Ignoring the other four types of toxins won’t help me. It won’t help me heal or help me properly proceed with my diagnosis. How can so many doctors behave this way in good conscience? “There’s a man bleeding out over here! Is there a doctor who can help!?” “I’m a doctor and an expert in this man’s particular wound! Don’t worry, sir, you’ll be fine in no time.” Then the doctor pulls out an expensive bandaid, places it skillfully over the man’s scraped knee, and walks away pretending himself a hero. Had the doctor admitted that the man’s sliced aorta was beyond his knowledge or skillset, an ambulance could have been called in the time everyone was watching and assuming the doctor had the situation under control. Wasting precious time and giving false hope IS doing harm.
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