Exhausted by our healthcare system 😴
Medical trauma, medical letdowns, medical anxiety—whatever you want to call it—it’s been weighing on me lately, and I’m exhausted. I trust my doctor as a person, but I don’t trust the medical or insurance system. That disconnect has really started messing with my thoughts.
Last year, I spent six months in mind-numbing pain. Six. Why? Because it took that long for doctors to figure out what might actually help. So when the pain came back recently, I didn’t want to face it. I hoped maybe it would just go away (even though I know it usually doesn’t).
After two weeks of denial and worsening symptoms, I finally made an appointment…only to find out the next available one was three weeks out. So I spent five full weeks in pain, trying to limit how much I walked, and dealing with the growing tingling and pins-and-needles sensations that started in my foot and eventually crept halfway up my calf. From the moment I got out of bed to the moment I fell asleep, it never stopped.
Today was finally the appointment…and after all that waiting, I saw my doctor for a combined time of five minutes. I do appreciate them: they’re direct, solution-focused, and I believe they care. But after waiting 30,240 minutes, I just wanted five more minutes to feel like I wasn’t being rushed out of the room. And maybe learn something about this now recurrent issue.
That said, there was a small win today. I was treated with a lidocaine injection for suspected tarsal tunnel syndrome, and the relief was immediate. The pain and tingling actually stopped, which was a huge moment for me.
It doesn’t erase the frustration or the emotional toll this whole process has taken, but for the first time in weeks, I felt a little bit of hope. #Spoonie #TarsalTunnelSyndrome #Anxiety #Inflammation #hlab27