Posted by abodyofhope
This is a clip from the 1990’s television show Twin Peaks. This is how I feel dealing with physicians the past few years. It makes me laugh inside every time I watch it!
The struggle to communicate. The cutting off of life-lines and other doctors’ knowledge when you know it is needed. The times the condition has been worsened by negligence, yet we still say “Thanks!” and pay our co-pays. (Watching him sign that gratuity is SUCH a riot!) Although I’m usually the one to say, “I’ve heard of you” to the doctor, I’ve gotten the old thumbs up from them, out the door, as they appear happy to be through with my appointment. Ha!
The past few years especially when things have been very dire, getting one prescription or one piece of advice is so much like a glass of warm milk for Agent Cooper’s bleeding gun wounds. Sometimes you can advocate well for yourself and communicate on your own behalf clearly, working with your doctor who cares about your needs, and sometimes the situation doesn’t allow for that. Yet we still go in with so much hope that this appointment will be the one that will finally help; when the doctor doesn’t have ALL of the magical answers to solve everything wrong, it can be completely deflating.
Doctors are not gods. We put them on pedestals and then get mad when they don’t meet the high expectations we set for them. Some of us go in with very challenging health crises and when our doctors cannot make it right, we get very angry and frustrated at them. The entire situation is frustrating.
I have come to rely more on my faith in God the past few years over my faith in doctors or my faith in my body, even. Having a compassionate doctor that you feel cares- is a start. I’m very fortunate to have found one of those this year. But I still can’t get “Warm Milk” out of my brain!!!
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