The doctor I had when I first was diagnosed was NOT the doctor that diagnosed me with Graves' Disease. He had been my doctor for a few years already. I did not know then what I know now. Even though I was a strong minded women it seemed I was afraid (is that the right word?) to ask a question of contradict him. You know that feeling. It is the same one you have when you have to see the principle when your kid did something in school. We are little kids again. Not wanting to get on the wrong side of the "Grown up". Well, any way. This doctor basically told me I was a hypochondriac. I was always on the verge of tears in the biginning of my disease. That is how I first thought something is wrong. I was getting too sensitive about little remarks made even in joking with me. I never was like that. I am big for jokes. I always felt somebody was talking about me or looking at me funny. I did not really mention this even to my husband or teen granddaughter who lived with us. But, they started noticing little changes in me. They told me later about some of the things I did and said that just was not me. One day I was lucky and his substitute saw me because he ws on vacation. he asked a lot of questions and asked me to put my hands out. He put a kleenex on top of my hands. My hands were shaking and the tissue fell off. He ordered blood test done right away. He personally called me to come in the next day and told me I had Graves' Disease. What the H--- was that? He explained a little, I know now a very little. But, I could not change doctors because of my insurance and their policy....too bad.
So, back to the first doctor. I ran out of the doctors office once crying because he said I just was feeling sorry for myself and just needed an anti-depression pill. That he was also going to have a counselor call me because I made too much out of nothing. Well, he did that alright. Had a suicide counselor call me and she kept calling me. The next time I went in for blood work and saw him my granddaughter was with me. he upset me again and she jumped on him, told him what for and drug me out of there. Lesson learned from a teenager....... " You pay that person to fix something and he don't even try.. He is rude and does not listen to you. Get another mechanic!!! " So, you or your insurance is paying this doctor you should expect good service, right? If you see you have a bad mechanic, you get another" Remember that Doctor "Works" for you.
I leave you with this thought. "Two quick ways to disaster: 1) take nobodies advice....2) take everybodys advice."