Tbh, this is just to get it out of my system and rub it on the faces of pro-lifers aka pro-suffering.
I'm 49, my body is completely destroyed by doctors and physiotherapists. I have been tortured in ways worthy of the middle ages, my body twisted and pulled out of place, my pain ignored, not believed, dismissed. This last dose was it, but of course the therapist thinks she did a great job and it's only inflamation and I'll be fine in no time.
But first things first. Almost 6 years ago my cousin convinced me to push an old, really big wood ark. I have hypermobility, that's when muscles stretch a lot but have no strength. I knew it wasn't for me, but didn't want to look bad. Midway through I felt something snap in my back. It didn't hurt then, so I kept pushing... and then spent 4 years pushing fridges, wardrobes, and many other things while remodelling a house. Eventually I began feeling pain when going to the bathroom, but had an echography and it showed nothing, so I kept going. Despite some pain I was almost on good therms with life, free and doing something I liked. Of course it didn't last, it got worse and worse. I went to orthopaedists, neurosurgeons, specialists on internal medicine... no one cared. I couldn't stand straight because my hip was slowly being pulled out of place and pulling my right side down. No one cared. No matter how I tried to explain how serious it was they didn't give a damn, saw my despair as just a stupid woman being over dramatic, exaggerating. None cared to have me do more exams, all they did was push me to do physiotherapy. No actual recomendation, nothing, let the therapists do what they wanted. The first did the absolute worst they could, I got home and couldn't get up for days. They didn't care that tendons are not to be pushed or stretched, that's basic therapy. Im a biologist btw, not the same as a doctor but not ignorant of how things work inside. The 2nd sort of put my hip back in place, by twisting the tendons and pulling the ligaments untill I was in so much pain prescription opioids did nothing. I really wanted to end my life there but found a physiatrist who did relieve the pain a bit. At first was full of ideas on how to help me, by the end of it all he wanted was to have me commited to a psychiatric ward and pumped full of antidressives to accept surviving in this hell. I don't lie, when I said I don't want to exist like this I mean it, and antidepressives don't do s+++ to me. I left.
Paid exams from my own pocket (we have free healthcare here, for all the good it did. The assigned doctor was all about not letting me down at first, but since he didn't see anything wrong he concluded it was just drama and decided to punish me by refusing to call me on my turn and leaving me suffering on the waiting room until everyone else had left, health center workers included), tried another, very well renowned doctor. Waited for 5 hours, spoke to me for 5 mins and, as usuall, though it was something really simple. More physiotherapy! Decided to go to therapy at the same clinic so that at least he knew what was going on. Went to 4 sessions, the therapist had absolutelly no idea what was wrong with me or what to do, so she did nothing (which was actually the best she could have done). Unfortunately, stopped talking to me hopping that if you don't see it maybe it'll go away. A friend recomended another therapist. First 2 sessions were great, she actually removed the initial pain, sadly did so by pulling the tendons and ligaments that were already out of place even more out of place. Now I still have horrible pain on my back and my arms, legs and neck are pulled tight, I can barelly walk or do anything, even writing this. I don't believe there's any chance for me anymore. My dreams and plans have already died. This is not life, it's hell!
Funny thing? I don't drink, smoke, never did drugs, even weed. Hardly ever drink coffee, eat my veggies, have lower blood pressure. The inital issue was my fault, but after that it was doctors and therapists not giving a s+++, not listening, seeing a woman in pain and dismissing it as hysteria and drama that led me to this point. All I can do now is shame them, tell my story and leave comments on google maps, facebook, anywhere I can. One even replied saying he didn't realize I was in so much pain (it was the worst, in those days I honestly wanted to die because it was unbearable) and suggesting a pain specialist appointment. Even now calling me an idiot. I'm a very well read person who always learns very deeply about everything I get involved into. Of course I already went to a pain specialist you idiot!
If there are final conclusions it's trust yourself! If your intuition says not to do it, don't do it! Others' opinions be damned! Don't bother too much about being healthy, death will get you either way! Don't trust doctors and, if you can, leave reviews online about how your appointments went, it's the only way to make them act as human beings, hit them where it hurts, their wallets!
I'm 49, my body is completely destroyed by doctors and physiotherapists. I have been tortured in ways worthy of the middle ages, my body twisted and pulled out of place, my pain ignored, not believed, dismissed. This last dose was it, but of course the therapist thinks she did a great job and it's only inflamation and I'll be fine in no time.
But first things first. Almost 6 years ago my cousin convinced me to push an old, really big wood ark. I have hypermobility, that's when muscles stretch a lot but have no strength. I knew it wasn't for me, but didn't want to look bad. Midway through I felt something snap in my back. It didn't hurt then, so I kept pushing... and then spent 4 years pushing fridges, wardrobes, and many other things while remodelling a house. Eventually I began feeling pain when going to the bathroom, but had an echography and it showed nothing, so I kept going. Despite some pain I was almost on good therms with life, free and doing something I liked. Of course it didn't last, it got worse and worse. I went to orthopaedists, neurosurgeons, specialists on internal medicine... no one cared. I couldn't stand straight because my hip was slowly being pulled out of place and pulling my right side down. No one cared. No matter how I tried to explain how serious it was they didn't give a damn, saw my despair as just a stupid woman being over dramatic, exaggerating. None cared to have me do more exams, all they did was push me to do physiotherapy. No actual recomendation, nothing, let the therapists do what they wanted. The first did the absolute worst they could, I got home and couldn't get up for days. They didn't care that tendons are not to be pushed or stretched, that's basic therapy. Im a biologist btw, not the same as a doctor but not ignorant of how things work inside. The 2nd sort of put my hip back in place, by twisting the tendons and pulling the ligaments untill I was in so much pain prescription opioids did nothing. I really wanted to end my life there but found a physiatrist who did relieve the pain a bit. At first was full of ideas on how to help me, by the end of it all he wanted was to have me commited to a psychiatric ward and pumped full of antidressives to accept surviving in this hell. I don't lie, when I said I don't want to exist like this I mean it, and antidepressives don't do s+++ to me. I left.
Paid exams from my own pocket (we have free healthcare here, for all the good it did. The assigned doctor was all about not letting me down at first, but since he didn't see anything wrong he concluded it was just drama and decided to punish me by refusing to call me on my turn and leaving me suffering on the waiting room until everyone else had left, health center workers included), tried another, very well renowned doctor. Waited for 5 hours, spoke to me for 5 mins and, as usuall, though it was something really simple. More physiotherapy! Decided to go to therapy at the same clinic so that at least he knew what was going on. Went to 4 sessions, the therapist had absolutelly no idea what was wrong with me or what to do, so she did nothing (which was actually the best she could have done). Unfortunately, stopped talking to me hopping that if you don't see it maybe it'll go away. A friend recomended another therapist. First 2 sessions were great, she actually removed the initial pain, sadly did so by pulling the tendons and ligaments that were already out of place even more out of place. Now I still have horrible pain on my back and my arms, legs and neck are pulled tight, I can barelly walk or do anything, even writing this. I don't believe there's any chance for me anymore. My dreams and plans have already died. This is not life, it's hell!
Funny thing? I don't drink, smoke, never did drugs, even weed. Hardly ever drink coffee, eat my veggies, have lower blood pressure. The inital issue was my fault, but after that it was doctors and therapists not giving a s+++, not listening, seeing a woman in pain and dismissing it as hysteria and drama that led me to this point. All I can do now is shame them, tell my story and leave comments on google maps, facebook, anywhere I can. One even replied saying he didn't realize I was in so much pain (it was the worst, in those days I honestly wanted to die because it was unbearable) and suggesting a pain specialist appointment. Even now calling me an idiot. I'm a very well read person who always learns very deeply about everything I get involved into. Of course I already went to a pain specialist you idiot!
If there are final conclusions it's trust yourself! If your intuition says not to do it, don't do it! Others' opinions be damned! Don't bother too much about being healthy, death will get you either way! Don't trust doctors and, if you can, leave reviews online about how your appointments went, it's the only way to make them act as human beings, hit them where it hurts, their wallets!
The sad truth is that most doctors don't care, it's always the easiest, least trouble option they go to. Even private doctors were as bad as the one appointed by the health care system (free medical care, look what good it did to me..), don't listen, don't care, or then they sort of starting thinking it may be something and have you have some exams but they look at the them also with the least trouble possible, never listening and trying to find what I've been saying.
