dlink,
You know your dick better than anyone. If you’re convinced there’s something wrong (and from everything you’ve described it does sound like something’s not right), then never ever give up trying to find a cure.
You do (or you’re writing does) sound a bit anxious, even frantic. I understand that, boy do I ever. But you’re going to have to contain that as much as possible if only in order to be taken seriously by those you’re seeking help from.
I won’t hijack your thread by telling you in minute detail what a living hell my life became when I contracted ecoili poisoning 10 years ago.
But I went through a lot of shit before I found a doctor with a cure. In 2 weeks time I was in 3 hospitals in 3 states, saw 15 “specialist”, was poked prodded, and basically “violated” in every way you could think of. The diagnosis’s I received would have made a saner man jump out a window. My experiences left me with no faith what so ever in the medical profession.
So someone’s an expert. So fn what. So he went to school and has a successful practice. Now he does a few vasectomies, runs a few pipe cleaners up a few old farts urethras’, and tells a few more guys what their mothers used to tell them; stay away from prostitutes.
O’ yea, and he plays golf on the week ends - but he sucks at that too. We need to redefine what makes someone an “expert”. Better yet, we need to get rid of that word.
Because the guy that’s going to be the expert is going to be the guy that takes you seriously. Even if he can’t help you, at least he’ll validate your concerns. Maybe you do need to see a doctor that does lig surgeries. He’ll at least have seen enough of them to know for sure if yours got messed up, and what to look for. I just don’t tell a doctor when I’m getting a second opinion. Then they think you’re shopping to hear the answer you “want” to.
Go back and have him do the test. It doesn’t matter if he “likes” you or not. He’s there to do a job and he’s being paid also.
You (and he) never know just what you might discover.
and I’ll finish with another one of those real world experiences stories:
Awhile back my daughter fell of her bike and landed on her right arm / hand. She comes in the house screaming bloody murder, expect that she’s a drama queen and she’s always making more out of things than there really is. I wasn’t going to take her to the hospital, neither was mom. Well about an hour of her carrying on and mom finally says; F* it, I’ll run her over to hospital to shut her up. The ER doctor checks it out and says he doesn’t think anything much is wrong and wasn’t going to do an Xray. My daughters whining she want’s an Xray, mom says she don’t care, and the doc says what the hell. They get the Xray back and my daughters got several broken bones in her wrist. She’s had a cast on for more than 2 months now and it’s still causing her problems. WTF I guess we all failed on that one, but she would have been the one to suffer because of it.
And then there’s my neighbor who’s discovered after repeated visits to the doctor (and cussing him out more than once) that she has a gigantic tumor in her leg that is not visible from the outside to the naked eye.
Sometimes it’s just a process of elimination. If you don’t do the test, what did you eliminate? What did you learn? What may you discover?
I’m always amazed at these medical shows where they save some poor peasant child in a third world country from some rare and totally bizarre illness (or grow noses on peoples foreheads and then flip them around onto the face). I’m always left thinking; WTF I couldn’t get that kind of service at a drive through window with a gun. No, they’ll save me at the autopsy.
If this guy’s the expert, then keep pestering him until he DOES do something for you.