Disclaimer: Strong language ahead, it’s about to get real lol
Sighs . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I am still confused about what happened this morning at my GI’s office. I knew coming in that I would be meeting with his physician assistant (PA) instead, which I was not too thrilled about. My last experience with her was interesting. When the bloody stools first returned I sent an e-mail via the patient portal stating “My period started earlier this week and I noticed for the first time in a month bloody stools have returned” I was trying to find out if there was a connection between menstrual cycles and flare-ups. Her response was, “are you sure it’s not blood from your uterus?” . . . . I guess she never used a tampon? . . .
Anyway, I was not excited to meet with her and I quickly realized there had been no communication between her and my GI on the follow-up I had with him last week. I told her everything I told him, but she was thorough. I told her how my GI wanted to know of any changes in my bowel movements since the start of taking the Apriso again. I said no diarrhea, but I have had a few bloody stools since my hospital discharge. The PA wanted to know the date and time I had these bowel movements, and luckily I am just as anal as she is and tracked every bloody stool I have had since being discharged, which has only been 3 times! A BIG improvement! I am not complaining! Prior to my hospital stay, it was 6 weeks of bloody stools multiple times a day . . . I am a much happier and healthier person right now.
So after telling her every symptom I have had since being discharged, she leaves to report all this information to my GI (who already knows!). She brings him in, he looks completely flustered and stressed, and I honestly believe he didn’t recognize me. Maybe it was because my hairstyle changed? last week it was straight and this week it’s big and full of curls (trying to give him the benefit of doubt). As she tells him everything and even mention the FODMAP diet I started, he looks at me and said “You’re getting better, you’re looking better, don’t worry so much, you’re fine!” I gave him a stern look, and quickly shut my mouth and didn’t say a word! I was mad and wanted to say “What the fuck is going on?” You were the one who told me that you needed to see me EVERY week!, Don’t treat me like I’m an hypochondriac, or that I’m worrying too much, you told me to come back! Okay asshole” That’s what I wanted to say, but I didn’t . . . I just sat there and wanted to get the hell out of there.
For the past couple of months I have praised my GI for his services. I value doctors that prefer to have a conversation with their patients, and we always had meaningful, in-depth, and great conversations about my health and I could tell that he cared. So I was very surprised and disappointed by his demeanor today. And I think he could tell, because when I was leaving, he tapped me on the shoulder saying “Krystal we’re going to get you better” I gave him a half smile and thought, Oh now he remembers me!
To be continued . . . . sorry this is a long story lol Will post part 2 tomorrow.