April 29, 2008
So Apparently, I'm Dying
I went to see my G.P. today. (That's "General Practitioner," for those of you without health insurance. He's my main doctor.)
You know what he said to me? He said that I'm "of that age."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Of that age??? What the fuck???
And then the dirty bastard said, "Well, you're almost forty, right?"
Oh, so apparently, "of that age" translates into "deteriorating so rapidly that you're practically dead, so why don't you just go put up your feet and wait to die?"!!!
All this abuse simply because I've had three stomach pain attacks in the past month. Now all of a sudden I need an ultrasound of my gall bladder AND my pancreas because I am OF THAT AGE.
I would have knocked his teeth down his throat, except that he hadn't yet written my prescriptions.
Comments
I was 29 when I had my gall bladder out so it's definitely not an age thing. What a dork he was!
Posted by: Hope at April 30, 2008 08:17 AM
Eh, I haven't had a gall bladder since I was 22, you don't really need it anyway.
Posted by: Vicki at April 30, 2008 08:56 AM
See, when I said we were middle aged you shouldn't have been appalled. Doctors KNOW this stuff.
Posted by: sue at April 30, 2008 09:31 AM
I have always resented the age thing with medical professionals - when I had kidney stones at age 10, was that pre-menopausal, or just health issues? when I was diagnosed with macular degeneration, it's not because I was 30, it was because MY EYES ARE BROKEN AND NEED TENDING TO, WHICH IS WHY I'M SEEING A DOCTOR! if it's happening closer to 40 than to 20, is it ok to just sit back and LET SHIT HAPPEN, then? HAAAATE.
Posted by: heather at April 30, 2008 10:57 AM