I am PISSED OFF. ( I say so intentionally; as a writer, I ought to dig through my vocabulary for a better term, but tough sh*t.)
I awoke this morning to another Lyme Disease target on my arm; right arm this time. Here it is:
I would say that looks remarkably like a bullseye. (Sorry about the flash.) We will return to this photo later. I called the doctors’ office, but my doc wasn’t available today, so I agreed to an appointment with one of the other doctors. (I dislike women doctors.) I hopped in a taxi, and got to the office quickly, and got right in to see Dr. Caldwell, of Martin’s Point, 6 Farley Rd., Brunswick, ME 04011!
She asked if I had scratched it, and I said, “at first” I did. Then I explained how I got the bite. She just looked at me and told me it wasn’t Lyme Disease, just a bruise where I had been rubbing. I tried first to tell her that I just experienced this a month ago, and it was Lyme. She shook her head and started getting ready to leave.
I told her I wanted a second opinion, from the doctor that found the other one. She left the room, almost immediately back in. That doctor was too busy to see me, but he said to take 200 mg Doxycycline. One dose. By this time I was very angry — I hate nothing more than someone not believing my medical symptoms — and I made my clear that I want to see that other doctor. At the end of it I told her that May is National Lyme Disease Awareness Month, and “you’d think a DOCTOR could diagnose it.
She clucked and told me I went there for her opinion, and I wasn’t going to change her mind. I walked out, went straight to the check-out desk, and told the person there that I was waiting in the waiting room until the other doctor came and looked at it. Fortunately, this secretary is a man, and he agreed to get the doctor.
When Dr. N. came out, he immediately said, “Yep, that is a recent tick bite. But I ordered you Doxycycline — one dose.” I started crying again, and asked him why one dose this time, and two weeks at 300 mg a day last time. He said he didn’t prescribe two weeks of the stuff; I said he did. He left and went to check my record, and then a nurse came out and told me he was calling in the two weeks of pills. He did step out and patted me on the shoulder and told me the same thing as the nurse, then walked away. By this time I was running out of fizz, and I didn’t chase after him for an apology or a follow-up with the other doctor.
Fortunately, I called the pharmacy and explained the two prescriptions, and they said no problem. Thank goodness for Wilsons Drug Store who will deliver any minute now.
I planned on writing about another situation, but let’s see if anyone notices. Check the photo again, at your highest magnification, and tell me if you see it. I picked it out the minute I loaded the photo. I’ll post about that, with better photos, in a couple of days. Bye, and let me know in comments if you’re successful.