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Ok, so yesterday i go to the new GP, very nice,agreed to take my off one of my meds as I learned it has a side effect of body aches, weakness, and lethargy.
WTF???
In the last few days I have developed a strange rash like area, it starts at the cleft of the mighty mighty buttocks and has spread to the length of my bum crack. I am sorry to have to share this one but you are a pretty tough group, but it is still embarrassing. It is awfully itchy and has a few open areas. I showed the doc and he gave me a cream for it.
Unfortunately, due to the fact that I am constantly in a mental fog, I did not ask him what it is called? I was also a bit embarrassed to show and discuss this with the GP, only my 2nd visit to him and I'm like ,"Hey doc do you mind taking a look at my ass?"
At least with the proctologists you can just rationalize having to show them because thats what they went to school for. But here it is only my 2nd appt and i am asking him to check out the rash around MR. BROWN'S OFFICE!!!
The area is apparently now the breeding place for the new bubonic plague, and here it is growing right out of my ass!! The sores are thick and run deep into the skin, feels like a bug bite. Yesterday after the appt. the area was draining and soaked thru my boxers and shorts.
I am starting a brand new job on Monday for C#%%^^@#'s sake!!! Can you imagine the introductions? "Yes, welcome aboard Mr Rottenass!" "Excuse me but are you aware that you are leaving a sizeable ass puddle in our lobby?"
Or even the staff conversations, "New guy seems nice but what's up with his ass?" "yeah but I heard he's got the plague, EWWW!"
Sorry not done yet,
In the morning my wife and I are driving up to boston again for a formal sit down with the doc and the physicians assistant. They still have not found what is wrong with me and already told me that "there are no more tests."
How can they just stop when i still hurt? Is this the best I can hope for? Why does it feel like they are quitting on me? THey can just move on to the next patient but I have to keep the "Functional Disorder".
I have huge anxiety that I will be unable to perform my new job. Oddly it is not the matter of working with the developmentally disabled people enrolled in the program, I rock at that stuff:thumleft: that is where i truly shine.
Even the fact that i will be searching for jobs for my new group in a recession, doesn't scare me, I KNOW that will be tough-but i CAN DO THAT!!!
What doea scare me is that my F'n body will give out on me! I am only 42 for christ sakes. I hate this friggin disease! I am so anxious & tightly wound i feel like i can explode. I am shaking as i type this, I wish i could escape this feeling of f' n doom & gloom. The simple reality is that if i fail, we lose our home. There is no way I can look my beautiful wife and kids and tell them that.... ale: ale: :frown: :frown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown:
I love them all so much. Please give me the strength to provide for my family.
WTF???
In the last few days I have developed a strange rash like area, it starts at the cleft of the mighty mighty buttocks and has spread to the length of my bum crack. I am sorry to have to share this one but you are a pretty tough group, but it is still embarrassing. It is awfully itchy and has a few open areas. I showed the doc and he gave me a cream for it.
Unfortunately, due to the fact that I am constantly in a mental fog, I did not ask him what it is called? I was also a bit embarrassed to show and discuss this with the GP, only my 2nd visit to him and I'm like ,"Hey doc do you mind taking a look at my ass?"
At least with the proctologists you can just rationalize having to show them because thats what they went to school for. But here it is only my 2nd appt and i am asking him to check out the rash around MR. BROWN'S OFFICE!!!
The area is apparently now the breeding place for the new bubonic plague, and here it is growing right out of my ass!! The sores are thick and run deep into the skin, feels like a bug bite. Yesterday after the appt. the area was draining and soaked thru my boxers and shorts.
I am starting a brand new job on Monday for C#%%^^@#'s sake!!! Can you imagine the introductions? "Yes, welcome aboard Mr Rottenass!" "Excuse me but are you aware that you are leaving a sizeable ass puddle in our lobby?"
Or even the staff conversations, "New guy seems nice but what's up with his ass?" "yeah but I heard he's got the plague, EWWW!"
Sorry not done yet,
In the morning my wife and I are driving up to boston again for a formal sit down with the doc and the physicians assistant. They still have not found what is wrong with me and already told me that "there are no more tests."
How can they just stop when i still hurt? Is this the best I can hope for? Why does it feel like they are quitting on me? THey can just move on to the next patient but I have to keep the "Functional Disorder".
I have huge anxiety that I will be unable to perform my new job. Oddly it is not the matter of working with the developmentally disabled people enrolled in the program, I rock at that stuff:thumleft: that is where i truly shine.
Even the fact that i will be searching for jobs for my new group in a recession, doesn't scare me, I KNOW that will be tough-but i CAN DO THAT!!!
What doea scare me is that my F'n body will give out on me! I am only 42 for christ sakes. I hate this friggin disease! I am so anxious & tightly wound i feel like i can explode. I am shaking as i type this, I wish i could escape this feeling of f' n doom & gloom. The simple reality is that if i fail, we lose our home. There is no way I can look my beautiful wife and kids and tell them that.... ale: ale: :frown: :frown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown: :yfrown:
I love them all so much. Please give me the strength to provide for my family.