TaffertianTales' FR Blog
Well...former sale blog. I got sucked into tumblr. Whoops. Back of my lair always has dragons for sale.
My queue is over 250 posts long so if I've just reblogged a seemingly ancient post that's why.
WARNING: I barely tag and I don't TW (sorry!). You will see shocking images and articles on here.
My queue is over 250 posts long so if I've just reblogged a seemingly ancient post that's why.
WARNING: I barely tag and I don't TW (sorry!). You will see shocking images and articles on here.
-
So I go to my doc with chest pains.
I say, “I think it’s just anxiety.”
He asks me a few questions, like ‘does normal activity exacerbate it,’ and that sort of thing.
I say ‘no’ and demonstrate that only bending my arm back makes it worse. (Which anyone would feel stretched at that.) Laying flat doesn’t make it better.
He says “I think you self-diagnosed it correctly.” (Actual literal words.) We talk about stress reducers and me seeing a counselor.
My doc believes in self-dxing and believes it can help him help me get the right treatment path.
So you can stop with your fucking bullshit. Self-dxing is a valuable tool, especially when doc appointments are so short nowadays. It can be the difference between a heart stress test or heart attack and fucking talking to someone.