I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism back in September, and since then I have been diligently taking my medication, having follow-up blood work drawn, and waiting for my appointment with an endocrinologist. I’ve been frustrated with the weight gain, my hair falling out, and constantly being tired. Mike would throw in that he’s frustrated with my crankiness, and that’s a valid complaint, too.
Finally, I had my endocrinologist appointment, and was optimistic that there would be tests to run that my family doctor hadn’t and that the doctor would have some sage wisdom about treatment options. I had my questions ready and immediately got the distinct feeling that he wasn’t taking me seriously.
All my optimism completely vanished when the doctor diagnosed me with depression, suggested I had gotten fat because I got married, asked if I ever tried Weight-Watchers, and offered lap band surgery as a treatment option. I admit that I teared up trying to defend myself, but the water works didn’t officially start until I called my mom to tell her how this incompetent doctor treated me…and again when I got home and told Mike.
I have heard lots of horror stories about doctors being rude to hypothyroidism patients and dragging their feet with treatment options, but I thought if I went in there prepared, asked the right questions, and showed that I was making an effort, that the doctor would take me seriously and we could get my levels regulated. Instead, I got the bumbling Dr. Adlar who treated me like some fat woman using hypothyroidism as an excuse for my weight gain. Never mind the pervious blood work showing my elevated levels or the fatigue, hair loss, carpel tunnel symptoms, dry skin, and joint pain that I’ve had for the past year.
Now I’m back to square one, except I’m pissed off and upset; making an appointment with my family doctor and my gynecologist to see if they have any recommendations for a reputable endocrinologist.