In college I got strep throat a lot. 4 or 5 times a year, 4 years in a row. Usually, people have their tonsils taken out when that's the case but I mean, whatever...I haven't.
So, I'm pretty familiar with how my body reacts to strep. I also know that when I was in college, every time I would go to the doctor for this they would give me 2 test; the 10 minute rapid strep test and the 24 hour culture. They would always explain to me that the if the 10 minute test comes back positive then it is in fact positive. However, it has a very high false negative rate so if it comes back negative, they do the 24 hour test just to be sure. I have never had a 10 minute test come back positive in all the times I've had strep throat.
With that being said, I went to the doctor yesterday morning with all the painful symptoms I have grown so accustomed to.
As the nurse is swiping my throat for the 10 minute test she tells me that yesterday she alone had 15 people who came in with strep throat symptoms but all of their test came back negative. 15 people!
"A few of them even had those white spots on the back of their throats, but their tests were still negative!"
Ok, I can see if 2 or 3 people come in with strep throat symptoms and it turns out they don't have it, but 15 people?? No way. No way in hell. And, I'm no doctor, but look, if you have white spots on your throat, you have strep.
So, she comes in, tells me the test is negative and the doctor will be right in.
He comes in, doesn't even look at my throat and says "test is negative, you probably just have the cold virus and your throat hurts."
"Well, could you do the 24 hour culture, please?"
"We don't do that here"
"But the 10 minute test often gives a false negative"
"I don't know about that"
"I do, and it does, see - here's my story..."
and I tell, him. I'm very careful to try and not hurt his ego because he immediately seemed to be on the offensive which really bothered me. I mean, he may be a doctor and knows a lot about medicine, but I'm me and I know a lot about me. And I also know that this test always gives me a false negative, this is not a personal attack against him. It has nothing to do with him. I wasn't asking for a second opinion, just a more reliable test.
He gets so ticked off, however, that he actually leaves the room and doesn't come back for five minutes. He comes back and tells me "ok, I find your story entertaining so I will write you a prescription for an antibiotic".
I decide to take the high road and interpret his comment as "I will entertain the idea that you might have strep" as opposed to "you're a fucking idiot and I want you out of here now so I will humor you with a script for drugs."
A friend of mine who is a nurse was appalled but not surprised. "It's not like you were self diagnosing yourself with a torn back muscle so you could con the doctor out of xanax, you wanted amoxicillin".
But here's the thing, this isn't the first time I've been in a situation like this. Unless it's a routine checkup to the gyno or something, I'm not gonna go to the doctor unless something is wrong and I'm either very concerned about it or I know I need prescription medication to take care of it. I don't want to waste my time or money or the doctors time unless I really feel like the doctor can help me. When I go to the doctor, I've done my research. I pay attention to my body. I know the difference between a normal kind of "this feels different" and a not normal "this feels different". So why is it that when I go to the doctors they treat me like I'm an a-hole? Because I'm prepared to give them a full run down of whats afflicting me? Because I know what tests don't work on me? Because I know myself better than they do?
I don't go on web-MD, type in my symptoms and come into the doctor and tell them that I have either a brain tumor or Alzheimer's because I've been having trouble finding my car keys lately. But I will look on web-MD to see if I can treat my symptoms from the comfort of my own home with out having to go to the doctors. (Ok, granted, I totally self diagnosed myself with strep, but that's different. I also self diagnose UTI's for the same reason. You just know.)
I will never stop being my own strongest advocate, and I'm sure I annoy the hell out of these doctors, but the moral is, a few hours after taking my first pill I stopped feeling like every swallow was a gulp of fire and I can feel myself getting better. I couldn't say for certainty that I had strep, but if I hadn't stated my case, I would still be in a lot of pain with a bag of cough drops and some liquid lidacaine, spreading strep to every one I came in contact with assuring them that it was just a cold, the doctor told me so.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Stand up and be strong
Posted by Sarah at 3:24 PM 5 comments
Labels: crazy ass rantings, down with the sickness, health
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
there is something wrong with me! yay!
So, they know whats wrong with me and it isn't life threatening! best case scenario all around!
(I know I'm not crazy, and I'm not going to have to go through years of medical visits and doctors prodding at my heart)
So what is it?
Orthostatic Hypotension
and
Mitral Valve Prolapse (benign)
basically, i have a small heart, low blood pressure and my heart pumps too fast when i stand up. (Worsened by dehydration, heat and exertion... ie...working out...)
Posted by Sarah at 4:30 PM 0 comments
Friday, November 9, 2007
heart of glass
I feel obligated to write a post, but I also have other feelings which include tired, dirty, headachey and generally ick.
So, I'll take this opportunity to tell you about my possible heart problem. (As WebMD has led me to believe)
So,back in June I almost passed out while I was hiking a mountain. I hadn't eaten much and had little water so, duh, thats why...right?
Exactly a week later I went to a strip arobics class with my mom (true story) and the same thing happened again. first nausea, then lightheadedness, a very keen awareness that i'm about to fall down followed by spots and a dulling of sound.
This time, however, I had eaten a healthy lunch and had plenty of water.
I go to the doctor, he does a thousand test but none reveal anything. (Might I just add, though, that every test he did was while I was at a resting heart rate...not much of a threat for me, there)
Needless to say, I've been a bit paranoid about working out too hard ever since then, because I'm afraid I'm gonna pass out on the treadmill and split my head open, but the lack of physical exercise is really starting to take a toll on me.
I signed up for a gym last week and got a complimentary session with a personal trainer. Well, well, well. 25 minutes in and THE SAME THING HAPPENS.
whats the deal?
an appointment with a cardiologist is defenetley in order.
But theres a new development today. I feel like I have a brick sitting on my breast bone.
Thoughts?
Posted by Sarah at 9:34 PM 2 comments