My first appointment was at an allergist to be allergy tested for black mold. Since I had been to an allergist before, I was mentally prepared to have my back stabbed several dozen times with injections of everything from cat fur to seafood. Prior to the appointment, I was required to fill out an 18 page packet about my health, symptoms, insurance information, etc. I had to fill in my name on 12 different pages, my smoking habits on 5 different pages, and my personal information (insurance, contact information, etc) on 11 different pages. I'm not completely sure why I had to spend so much time filling out the packet, considering that nobody even looked at what was written. I could have pulled an Austin Powers and wrote "yes please" under sex, and nobody would have even seen it.
Allergy-Man was more focused on how well I could pop virtual balloons on a computer than with anything else. After blowing into a gun/tube like thing with a handle a half dozen times, Allergy-Man decides to diagnose me with asthma, including prescribing an inhaler for me. I don't have asthma! I'm a smoker and had he even flipped through any of the 18 pages of information I had to fill out, he would have known that. He then directed me to figure out what type of mold is growing in my bathroom so that he could determine what molds to allergy test me for. Really? I didn't realize I had become a mold expert.
I left appointment number one and headed to an appointment with my family doctor to ask for Welbutrin, which was the only positive thing to come out of the horrible day.
After having lunch with Rachel, who wasn't having a good day herself, I headed to the ear, nose, and throat doctor. I walked into the office to find signs everywhere about rhinoplasty, a plaque with medical instruments used for rhinoplasty hung on the wall, and numerous books written by Daniel Becker, the doctor that I was about to see. My mind was racing with nerves. What the hell did I just get myself into.
After signing in, I was asked to fill out some routine paperwork. After filling out the first two pages, I flip to the third to find a permission slip. Becker wanted permission to film our appointment so that he could use it in his research. Definitely skipped over that page, along with the next page that was a disclaimer and permission slip that he wanted to shove a tube up my nose. Hell no buddy!
Needless to say I did not sign either of those pages, which is important to note. I head into the examination room to find a dentist's chair and more information on rhinoplasty. Becker comes in and attempts to shove the tube up my nose but I stopped him. He then said he was going to look up my nose with a tube with a light on it. I was completely unprepared for him shoving the tube up my nose. I felt like he was going to stab my eyeball. I kept envisioning eyeball juice running down my face. Apparently the tube was going to go up my nose and out my throat. Good thing I stopped him before he got that far!
No answers from that doctor, though I didn't really give him the opportunity to even diagnose me. Instead, I had a panic attack while I was in the examination room, and a second on my way home from scary, tube man. With no answers, I've decided to take my health into my own hands and have become very proactive. I've been taking a multivitamin and a fruit and vegetable supplement everyday, along with extra Vitamin C in the evening. My proactive method has been working so far, I haven't felt sick in any way in over two weeks.
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