AndiGirl
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My throat is still very sore. It feels as though I've swallowed razor blades. I was told to wait it out because it was viral. The rapid strep test showed nothing. Before I had my tonsils out years ago, I caught strep about three to five times a year. That happened over a five year span. I know what strep feels like.
I am speechless because my general doctor decided to move away. I kind of new she was temporary, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I had changed doctors before her because I felt that my other doctor wasn't listening to me and she came up with the stupidest ideas. Examples: I had sores on my scalp. My hair is very thick so they aren't noticeable. When I showed them to her she said, "You must be scrubbing your scalp too hard." When I complained about the extra cramping and bloating that I feel when I'm on proton pump inhibitors (super acid reflux meds) she said, "Well maybe because the pain is gone from the upper part, you notice your lower pain more." I am serious. I have to see that quack until they assign me to another doctor in the practice. She's the one who suggested that I wait the sore throat out. I don't want to deal with her again.
Scott has succumbed to the illness in our house. He also has the razor blade feeling in his throat. He went to his doctor and he has strep throat. He is on antibiotics like the kids. He really upset me earlier this evening. The kids are still feeling yucky, are more whiny than normal, and running low grade fevers off and on. I have been feeling sick too. I was laying on the couch while the kids were playing and watching Sesame Street. I sure hope you don't think I'm a negligent mother. I dozed off for a while. When I woke up the two kids reminded me of little rats. They were scurrying around on the floor, and much to my horror, I discovered they had gotten into Scott's Emergency Vitamin drink packets. They scattered those packets all over the floor. A couple of them busted open and the kids were playing with the powder like it was sand. What a mess! To make matters worse, Alex had spilled his sippy cup of water all over.
Scott had left me with the kids for most of the day. Before I had a chance to really start on the mess, I heard Scott come in. He wasn't happy. He said something like, "What the heck happened? Weren't you watching them?" I explained that I had felt sick and laid down for a moment only to doze off for a while. He went on about how sick he was and that the doctor put him on antibiotics. I begged him to make supper so that I could clean up the mess. He played up being sick again, and I told him that I felt just as lousy, and that I'm not taking antibiotics. He fixed dinner while I picked up toys, vacuumed, and mopped the floors (we have hardwood floors). While I was trying to clean up, Alex started trying to add to the mess. I got upset and put him in his booster seat and scolded him. Scott snapped, "You're the one who is to blame. He doesn't know any better." I almost lost it but I didn't. Scott was a jerk for most of the evening. Why do some people get nasty when they don't feel good? I got my feelings hurt.
After I got the kids ready for bed, I took off for a ride. I really didn't feel like talking with Scott who seems to think that nobody can feel as lousy as he does. Maybe I'm over-reacting, but I often feel like the dirty work falls on me whether sick or well. I told him how upset I was over having to see my former doctor this last visit. I felt like she had trivialized how bad I felt. Scott said, "Well maybe it's because you go to the clinic so much." I saw red. I don't think he realized how hurtful that comment sounded. He has seen me at my worst with the Crohn's. He's been in the ER with me. How could he casually say that. I would like to think that he said that out of stupidity rather than trying to hurt me. He then said, "If you feel so rotten, go back. Go to see my doctor, but don't try to make the rest of us miserable." Another hurtful comment.
I don't know what to think of the situation. Before Scott went to bed, he came up and acted like nothing was wrong. I said, "I just don't want to talk to you." I'm tired of having to play games with doctors. My kids and husband seem to have no problems when it comes to doctor's visits. I always feel like I get the third degree or the, "Let's wait it out and see." I know this is totally silly, but I feel almost as though I'm not worthy of their time. At least, that's how they seem to treat me. I guess I will need to be the one to apologize to Scott first. But dang it! Why do I have to? I just need to vent my anger and hurt. I apologize if I'm not making much sense.
I am speechless because my general doctor decided to move away. I kind of new she was temporary, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I had changed doctors before her because I felt that my other doctor wasn't listening to me and she came up with the stupidest ideas. Examples: I had sores on my scalp. My hair is very thick so they aren't noticeable. When I showed them to her she said, "You must be scrubbing your scalp too hard." When I complained about the extra cramping and bloating that I feel when I'm on proton pump inhibitors (super acid reflux meds) she said, "Well maybe because the pain is gone from the upper part, you notice your lower pain more." I am serious. I have to see that quack until they assign me to another doctor in the practice. She's the one who suggested that I wait the sore throat out. I don't want to deal with her again.
Scott has succumbed to the illness in our house. He also has the razor blade feeling in his throat. He went to his doctor and he has strep throat. He is on antibiotics like the kids. He really upset me earlier this evening. The kids are still feeling yucky, are more whiny than normal, and running low grade fevers off and on. I have been feeling sick too. I was laying on the couch while the kids were playing and watching Sesame Street. I sure hope you don't think I'm a negligent mother. I dozed off for a while. When I woke up the two kids reminded me of little rats. They were scurrying around on the floor, and much to my horror, I discovered they had gotten into Scott's Emergency Vitamin drink packets. They scattered those packets all over the floor. A couple of them busted open and the kids were playing with the powder like it was sand. What a mess! To make matters worse, Alex had spilled his sippy cup of water all over.
Scott had left me with the kids for most of the day. Before I had a chance to really start on the mess, I heard Scott come in. He wasn't happy. He said something like, "What the heck happened? Weren't you watching them?" I explained that I had felt sick and laid down for a moment only to doze off for a while. He went on about how sick he was and that the doctor put him on antibiotics. I begged him to make supper so that I could clean up the mess. He played up being sick again, and I told him that I felt just as lousy, and that I'm not taking antibiotics. He fixed dinner while I picked up toys, vacuumed, and mopped the floors (we have hardwood floors). While I was trying to clean up, Alex started trying to add to the mess. I got upset and put him in his booster seat and scolded him. Scott snapped, "You're the one who is to blame. He doesn't know any better." I almost lost it but I didn't. Scott was a jerk for most of the evening. Why do some people get nasty when they don't feel good? I got my feelings hurt.
After I got the kids ready for bed, I took off for a ride. I really didn't feel like talking with Scott who seems to think that nobody can feel as lousy as he does. Maybe I'm over-reacting, but I often feel like the dirty work falls on me whether sick or well. I told him how upset I was over having to see my former doctor this last visit. I felt like she had trivialized how bad I felt. Scott said, "Well maybe it's because you go to the clinic so much." I saw red. I don't think he realized how hurtful that comment sounded. He has seen me at my worst with the Crohn's. He's been in the ER with me. How could he casually say that. I would like to think that he said that out of stupidity rather than trying to hurt me. He then said, "If you feel so rotten, go back. Go to see my doctor, but don't try to make the rest of us miserable." Another hurtful comment.
I don't know what to think of the situation. Before Scott went to bed, he came up and acted like nothing was wrong. I said, "I just don't want to talk to you." I'm tired of having to play games with doctors. My kids and husband seem to have no problems when it comes to doctor's visits. I always feel like I get the third degree or the, "Let's wait it out and see." I know this is totally silly, but I feel almost as though I'm not worthy of their time. At least, that's how they seem to treat me. I guess I will need to be the one to apologize to Scott first. But dang it! Why do I have to? I just need to vent my anger and hurt. I apologize if I'm not making much sense.
