I was 48 years
old and I got deathly ill at work one day. Couldn’t hold my head up or stay
awake. Went home that afternoon and slept to the next morning. The next day I
treated myself like I had a virus but by the evening I couldn’t stand it
anymore and went to minor med. I insisted I had strep throat and the doctor
prescribed antibiotics. Days into taking them I was still very ill and started
falling. I fell in the shower and could barely stand up. I tried to dress, but
the pain was unbearable and I was getting short of breath. I went to the ER
where I insisted I needed a CAT scan of my chest. The doctors drew blood for
EVB virus and more things. The doctor treating me wanted do the CT because she
could see that I was in distress. Her attending refused, and the doctor was
almost crying when she said she had to discharge me. I could barely bend to get
my pants on without being in a great deal of pain.
The next day,
as I got sicker, I went to my primary care doctor who was enraged that they
wouldn’t do the CT and he called radiology at the hospital and told them he was
sending me right now and to do it. By the time I arrived at radiology to have
the CT done, my breathing was so shallow and I was in such great pain that the
test was useless. I started to develop chest pain and the radiologist insisted
that I go to the ER. I refused because of what had happened the day before, but
he begged me. Again I went to the ER to be completely ignored. I now am
thinking they are ignoring me because I was taking several medications for
depression. I think they thought I was just anxious. They did an EKG and drew
labs but did none of the other protocol for someone having chest pain. I was
again released.
Two days later
I go to the ER again now because I can’t breathe or swallow. The ER doctor, who
I find out is now the attending who had refused me care the first time, pulled
open the curtain in an aggressive way. He yelled at me and said, “Miss, this is
your third time to my ER in 4 days and I am going to get to the bottom of your
issues.” Now I really know he thinks it is all a psych issue. He sent in a
nurse to start an IV and give me a drug through it. I discover she has IV
Ativan, which is for anxiety. I refused to take it. I told her I was not
anxious, I was sick. She persisted and persisted until finally I told her that
I was the patient and could refuse any medications that I wanted to. “I am
sick.” I told her, “and you need to find out what is wrong with me.” The nasty
ER doctor came back into the room and apologized saying that my lab work was
off. He prescribed prednisone. He told me that I probably had lupus.
To make a long story short, I finally had a seizure and
spent 3 days in the hospital. As I was about to be discharged, the diagnosis
was made. Epstein Barr Virus with 7 broken ribs. So, yes, there are doctors who
refuse to treat you because they have their own false prejudices.
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