Okay, so I went to see the neurologist today. Doc did a quick exam and then they did an EMG. Actually, they just got through the first part, testing the nerves, and the power went out in the facility!
I had tears streaming down my face because #1 I was nervous, #2 the Doc was abrupt and not friendly, and #3 the nerve stimulation was very painful. Then when the power went out, I asked the nurse (or tech...I'm not sure who she was) if we were going to have to start over and she just rolled her eyes. Then after a few minutes she finally gave me an answer...Yes...and left the room.
The next thing I know, the doc comes in...says everything is fine and writes me a script for Lyrica. It's for neurological pain. He told me that it was probably nothing more than anxiety and to come back if it got worse.
My mind went blank. I just took the script and a sample and left in a daze. I felt like I had been blown off. I WANTED to know that everything was okay, I don't want to be sick...but I don't feel like they took me seriously either. I don't know what I was expecting, if I was expecting anything at all, but I just don't feel good about the visit. Am I crazy?
#1 It is NOT in my head, nor is it anxiety. I am having real symptoms that someone my age should not be experiencing unless something is not right. If it WAS anxiety, my symptoms would have started a looooong time ago...like when hubby was in Iraq or I thought we were divorcing and I had no money and nowhere to go or when I almost flunked out of nursing school for absentism during the whole bit....NOT NOW when everything is great...finished with school, passed NCLEX, and financially stable.
#2 Lyrica? It's for nerve pain AND I'm not having nerve pain. AND you can't take it if you are trying to get pregnant AND I am trying to get pregnant. Did he ask that? No. I think it was more of an effort to pacify me than anything else. Like if I left with something in my hand then I would feel like I was properly treated.
There is no telling how much this visit cost me...and I feel like I got nothing from it. Getting a second oppinion is just going to cost me more...but what if something is wrong? Then again, what if it is nothing and I waste more money to be told the same thing. I hate seeing doctors, and I hate it even worse when they find out I'm a nurse. It's like I get treated much differently...like I'm some kind of hypochondriac.