Things Going Awry

Well, this was the third time I went to see this particular rheumatologist and it appears at this moment that it might very well be the last.

Needless to say, the appointment was a bust. He didn't give me anything but some more powerful ibuprofen. I want aggressive treatment and he's just not pulling his weight.

I've already been told by the OTHER doctor back in Wausau that aggressive is my best bet right now. The tougher the medication used, the faster I go into remission and the less medication and less suffering I will have in future. Treating this disease in a tough way now may help to hold off me being crippled for a few years, maybe a long while.

I can't abide a doctor who beats around the bush to see if there's a gopher in there. I expect tough medication; I welcome it. I have lived a couple of years like this, getting worse every month. By now I'm so fed up with my fingers hurting (and everywhere else) I'm willing to take what the doctor will toss at me, even if it DOES have awful side effects.

But the medication he's given me probably won't do that, and it more than likely won't help with the symptoms I'm living with. It'll make me mildly more comfortable, maybe not even that. I begged him to find me something that could help me; told him I couldn't live with this, but he either didn't understand me or he didn't want to. Instead, he handed me the equivalent of sugar tablets.

I think I'm rheumatologist shopping again. Gotta find one in Eau Claire that agrees with me and will give me medication that I know will work. I've suffered too long to be taking trumped-up ibuprofen. It's like putting a band aid on a gaping wound.

Very tired; very long day. Must get some sleep.

Ta,
Bec