... disease after all. So that means the diagnosis I was given twenty years ago as having rheumatoid arthritis in my left ankle was a misdiagnosis. Hmmm ... counting the misdiagnosis of my deep vein thrombosis (originally diagnosed as sciatica), my nonexistent ear infection (which has twice now needed to be treated with antibiotics), and the fistula (originally diagnosed as cellulitis), I have been misdiagnosed and mistreated four times in the last twenty years.
It’s pretty sad to figure out that I’ve been misdiagnosed so many times in my adult life. I’m shocked that I have been clearly misdiagnosed four times. It makes me distrust the medical profession almost completely. The only doctor I’m left to trust is the surgeon I found when I was in the emergency department of a local (nearby) hospital who took on my case. He seems to have his head in the right place and is not rushing into surgery like the other doctor I was supposed to see is/was.
Now that I know I am severely anemic, I’m supposed to follow up with my primary care physician—the same one who misdiagnosed my fistula. I’m not so sure I want to go back to him and let him continue treating me. Guess I’ll have to until I am able to find a new one.
Until next time,
Donna
