I think my doctor visit this past week may just have been my worst one yet.
My husband went with me, which is the norm. I like having him there for support. He also remembers what was discussed during the visit much better than I do, as my memory can leave much to be desired.
We waited to be called into the exam room. It was the shortest wait I have ever had in this particular office and with this particular doctor.
Since I have DBS (Deep Brian Stimulation), I meet with the Medtronic technician once every three months. He oversees my care and keeps an eye on how I am doing. However, this is the second visit in a row that he has been called away on an emergency. That is no one’s fault. It happens.
So, what constituted this being the worst doctor visit I have ever had?
It could have been the fact that I was asked only one question pertaining to my Parkinson’s during the entire visit. The question was, “Are you having any rigidity or stiffness?” I replied, “Yes.”
He never looked at me but continued looking at his computer screen. After a couple minutes of silence I told him my tremors were starting to break through. He promptly rolled his stool in front of me. “I’ll raise your settings .2 points.”
Just as fast as he increased the settings on my monitor, he was back to his computer screen.
My balance has really been an issue as of late. My doctor didn’t have the folder with him that the nurse usually leaves outside the door in the plastic bin. He didn’t know I had fallen three times in the last month. So I told him. He replied “I can’t really do anything about that. The only thing you can really do is to get a cane or a walking stick to help you.”
It wasn’t the statement about there being nothing that can be done about my balance that caused me to think this visit was the worst one yet. I knew well enough there was nothing much he could do. However, I thought he kept track of things like falling to see how I am progressing with this disease.
No, what really got me was when the doctor walked into the exam room where my husband and I were waiting. He looked at my chest then looked at my husband’s chest and started putting the DBS device holder around my husband’s neck. It wasn’t until I put my hand over the stimulator in my chest did he have a clue who the patient was.
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