The day has finally arrived, I am about to meet my Rheumatologist. The specialist that may be able to give me some answers. I am very much anticipating my appointment and look forward to walking up the stairs to the second floor of the University of Alberta Hospital. I am about to meet Dr. Davis.
I should know by now to never get my hopes up. I don't meet Dr. Davis right away. I am greeted by 2 overly eager and yet timid interns. Okay, I have dealt with interns before with other doctors throughout my life. I believe they have a place and they need to learn hands on. What I don't appreciate is that you ONLY see the interns. I'm getting ahead of myself.
So the interns take a look at the letter from my Doctor, review all the blood work that has been done on me since September. They ask me questions pertaining to my health history etc. I don't mind all this, in fact, it is necessary. They then ask me to change into a gown as they want to check out my body, my mobility etc. After a series of poking and prodding and moving my joints around, they write a bunch of stuff down and say they have to talk it over with Dr. Davis. After a few minutes Dr. Davis finally comes into the room. He barely looks at me. He is muttering about needing to get to some lunch meeting. Do I care? No, I am a scheduled patient and he should be giving me the time that is needed. Anyways.
Dr. Davis barely looks me in the eye. He reads over everything and says that I need to go for a bone scan to rule out arthritis even though he is positive that I don't have it. He sends me for some more blood work and says to book a follow-up appointment, oh yeah, it will be awhile as the great doctor is going back to his homeland (England) for a few months. In the meantime he thinks that it is just stress related to my upcoming Colposcopy appointment. He couldn't be farther from the truth. These symptoms started before I even knew about my abnormal pap smears and I wasn't worried as I knew it was being taken care of.
And with that, less than 5 minutes with the great doctor, without him barely looking me in the eyes, let alone touching me he was gone and I was no better off. Oh yeah, I am booked for a bone scan the following week...which he thought was going to be a waste of time anyways.
I leave the appointment a little frustrated. I understand that I might not have answers right away. It was the way in which I was treated and the bed side manners that this doctor had. If he is more concerned about a lunch meeting and getting to England, I don't have much faith in him to take care of me as a patient. So there we are...November 13th...none the wiser and a heck of a lot more confused and uncertain.
Next week I have my Colposcopy appointment and my Bone Scan. Let's get through that and see what happens from there. In the meantime I am not getting any better; probably a little worse as each day goes by.