It's all in your head.
"Exercise every day and take these antidepressants."...
That's what the patient-mill GP doctor my HMOish insurance sent me to prescribed as a treatment for my CFIDS/PEBV. Of course this wasn't after she asked me about any previous treatments I've had and if any of them worked. It wasn't after she asked me to describe just how exhausted I feel, what my symptoms where, why I wasn't still seeing any of my previous doctors, what any of them had told me, what tests had been done or what their results were. It wasn't after those questions because she never asked those questions. The ONLY question she asked was if I snored at night.
Now you might think that was because she was the senior physician and I had already been seen by the resident intern who probably already asked those questions, but you'd be wrong. In fact the intern actually told me that I should wear make-up to feel better. They also told me to stop taking naps and to stop drinking coffee. They also prescribed a medication that slows your heart rate down for the chest pains I've been having quite frequently for the last week and a half without even so much as listening to my heart. No EKG, no ex-ray; not even a script for a TSH blood test that would tell them if the new increased dosage of synthroid that my endocrinologist had prescribed was a bit too high since chest pains can be caused by that. Nope, dunno really what's wrong with you but here, take these, they'll make you feel better.
Oh well, what will it hurt, right? Well considering one of the top 5 doctors in the country that treats my illness told me NOT to exercise, that it can CAUSE heart damage. Not to mention the OBVIOUS danger of prescribing a heart medication to someone without knowing why they're having chest pains.
Of COURSE these doctors where making these diagnosis' based on my past medical records from the other doctors I have seen. They didn't need to ask me any questions to know how to treat me so that must be it, right? Wrong again. I actually filled out my record release forms as I was leaving that appointment.
To top it all off, my insurance won't even COVER the antidepressants. Oh well, I didn't want to take them anyway. Every doctor I've been to about this illness for the last 5-6 yrs have all agreed that I'm not suffering from depression. Hell even the psychiatrist that I was required to go to as a qualifier for my SSDI stated that I wasn't. That the only thing that I'm depressed about is being sick for so stinking long.
The real kicker was that she weighed about 450lb and told us that she walks 5 miles a day very self righteously. As we were getting into the car after the appointment C said "pft, 5 miles a day? With that much weight on her knees I'm surprised she can walk 5 blocks a day." It instantly reminded me why I love the man.

