My doctor wasn't avaliable so I saw a different one, who was the exact reason I (and people like me) have difficulty dragging our asses to the doctor when we actually need to go.
Essentially I was told I was overreacting, which is fine - I wasn't sure if I actually needed to go or not when I went in - but I was told in a way which made me feel... unwelcome I guess is the best way to put it. Like I was wasting her time, like my complaint was a pain in her ass.
I get that, I do. She was probably busy and I was just a Worrying Wendy, but I'm also a person who has great difficulty dragging her ass into the doctor's office and I don't do it lightly.
It's just frustrating, that when I finally start looking after myself I get sent back to square one again. I deserve better than square one, and I'm not actually going to go back there, but if I wasn't strong enough or smart enough I might. That just speaks of a problem within the medical community in New Zealand - overworked, which leads to less time relating to patients and therefore patients start to fall through the cracks.
It's a personal sign of a much larger problem.
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