As you may have noticed, I haven't been posting as much lately. Part of that was vacation, but most of it has been that I've been too busy going to the doctor and feeling bad. Don't worry - I'm not going to turn into someone who only talks about their health, at least not on this blog. :-) And there is nothing life threatening wrong with me that eliminating gluten from my diet won't fix. My blogging will probably remain spotty for the next week or two, but I hope to back to normal in a couple of weeks both for my health and my blogging.
As a general rant on the medical profession, though...
My really great general practitioner doctor decided that I need to see a specialist. The problem? In my area, the wait to see this type of specialist is about a month. Just for the first meeting. Then another 2 weeks for the testing I need, then another 2 weeks to get the final diagnosis. So I have about a 95% chance that I have celiac disease, but it's taking 6 weeks between bloodwork that very strongly indicates it and the final diagnosis. 6 weeks of additional symptoms and discomfort. Luckily, my doctor managed to get me in to see the specialist in only a week. She's really good and had done all of the upfront work, so he was convinced to get me in earlier.
So I went to the specialist. I had an 8:00am appointment, the first of the day. I got there at 7:45 to do the paperwork like they asked, then they called me back at 8:00. So far, so good. As the nurse got done with me, she said that the doc would be there shortly. At 8:35 she came back and said they had finally HEARD from the doc who was caught in traffic (??) and it would be about 20 minutes before he would get there. She offered to reschedule - a month from now. Um, no thanks, I'll wait. The doc finally saw me at 9:00, spent about 15 minutes and sent me on my way with 2 more appointments. I'd been there over an hour and a half and spent 15 minutes with the doctor.
Why is his time so much more important than my time? We live in Portland OR. The traffic here is never that bad that he should be basically an hour late getting to Hillsboro. So he probably just didn't leave his house until about 8:30. That's a crock.