I saw a rheumatologist when I was at my sickest. While I went over my carefully curated list of symptoms, which I won’t go over here, but they included a rash from waist to scalp that made me miserable and severe arthritis. This guy listened patiently, looked at me with great pity and offered me a prescription for Diclofenac and Prozac. Offered a referral to a psychiatrist and then dismissed me. I mentioned LC and he said it couldn’t be that or I’d be getting better. Obviously, this guy felt I was a hysterical woman overplaying my symptoms because I was just anxious. I wanted to murder him. He wouldn’t even try.

It takes so much time to find the right doctors who are willing to dig in and take you seriously.

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