Going to the doctor is similar to how I feel about the dentist. I do not relish the thought. Granted, I did receive a number of gold stars growing up, but I wasn't one of those kids who looked forward to going to the doctor or dentist.
My sisters have file cabinents containing their healthcare. Mine was basic--stitches on right leg and broken left wrist.
As an adult, I have been fortunate to have good health and resources to care for myself alternatively. I rarely take aspirin when I get a head ache. Instead, I drink more water and hope that it goes away because I am dehydrated.
My biggest issue with western medicine is the availability of pills. I went into the office to have them check out the boil and repack it. I met a new physician's assistant and from the start I didn't like this guy. He had a nurse assist him and pulled at the gauze. His bedside manner sucked and I was so frustrated that I began questioning my decision to continue care in this manner. He hurt me and I wanted to run-defense mechanism--instead, I stayed and asked if it was worth it to continue the care. The nurse said of course it is and you need the antibiotics, but if it hurts, why not take pain medication? I cannot do it. I do not want to become reliant on a pill. I left knowing that I must return on Saturday to have them repackage the wound since I cannot do it myself.
I like the clinic itself and know that if I were to go to an ER, I would be waiting around all day, charged to sit down and be furious with my care. I understand that they are overworked, but I want to feel that they care too. I don't want to be poked or prodded, I could go see an obgyn if I was interested in that course!
I will go back on Saturday and I am hoping that the antibiotics work. I am so over this...
In other news, I have these sandals that are preventitive healthcare. I love them. My first pair lasted 1 1/2 years and then the soles broke. Instead of having them resoled, I bought a new pair. I went on my trip and they broke within 5 months. I returned to Denver hoping that the company would honor its product and fix it. The customer service agent that I spoke to wasn't very helpful and I had decided to contact the mother company myself when the manager contacted me from the store and offered to help me out.
That was 6 weeks ago. He called me today and told me he had my new shoes and that I could pick them up on Saturday. He thanked me for my patience and also for the note I had written. I guess letters do go along way...