the appointment with the ortho went terribly. he looked at the x-rays, said my hand was deformed and permanently so, said there is no way to prevent the same thing in my other hand, and no treatment for it besides putting it in a brace 24-7 and no use of it for 3 months to a year.
he said the x-rays show no deformity, and only an mri would confirm that there is any deformity or tear of the ligaments, but he’s seen lots of hands though and sees no reason for any mri, nothing, no anything. no hope for it to heal (it = deformity that can’t be see or comfirmed on an x-ray alone anyhow). he said he could send me to a hand specialist but i told him about how i had already called them, and they already said could not see me for 3 months unless he called and asked for a sooner time, which he declined to do saying that there was no way he could get me in to see them sooner - despite the fact that the hand clinic said they could see me sooner if he called. i asked to see a different doctor in the same practice, since i don’t know of any others around within 60 miles that take my insurance, the doctor easily agreed with that (which surprised me), and said to go out to the main desk to make the appointment after the nurse came in with the braces. before he left the room, the doctor said i also likely have carpal tunnel in both hands on top of everything else, worse in the hand with the other injury, and there is no way to treat it nor prevent it from getting worse in the other hand. he said, "it will get worse and there is no way to prevent that. doing so would be like trying to prevent breaking an arm. it just happens.” huh? (i don't know much about carpal tunnel but this seems totally bogus to me.) the dr left, the nurse brough the braces were the wrong size, and i begged for the right size (feeling like a dork because it was two sizes smaller than what she brought) and she finally brought them, and said “oh, gosh, that is a much better fit.” this brought up some internal self hate of my body - no idea why. i went out of the room and started to get teared up as i waited to make the appointment – the words of “permanent deformity” and “no use of my hand for 3 months to a year…” were echoing in my head, along with “nothing else to do about it.” i asked for klneex. about 5 minutes later, as i stood there with red eyes, making no sound, still in line to make the appointment and sign paperowrk to check out and leave, the office manger grabbed by backpack that was by my feet and went into her office with it. she said something, and i don't know what it was. i started to ask where she was going with my backpack, and she came back and litterally grabbed my arm, which set off a flashback. she said something, but i don't know what it was. all i cared about was suddenly she was grabbing me. i started to panic.
i quickly asked her, "please let go."
she said “now listen up, what are you doing asking to see a new doctor? you need to come in my office now and discuss this.”
I started to hyperventiallte and all I could do was say, "please give me back my backpack, I need to leave now.” i did not go into her office and she said i would not get it until I went into her office to discuss seeing a new doctor and i better stop making a scene - i was hyperventilating at this point as she stood in the doorway of her office and me in the waiting room - still in line. i just did not want to go anywhere alone with her. no way. i just wanted to leave. i had to.
i said, “i can not stay. i will have my primary care doctor call you. i need to leave now, please give me my belongings.”
she refused again, saying i needed to come into her office if i wanted them back.
i again said, “no i am leaving now. i can not deal with this now. give me my backpack.” she said “get into my office now.” i did, picked up my backpack from her desk, and she grabbed my arm again, like i was some little child she needed to correct… or worse… i didn’t get it. i don’t think any child or adult she be treated like she did. i immediately said “i have ptsd, you are triggering flashbacks. do not touch me. i am leaving, goodbye.” she said something, but I have no idea what – all i cared about what getting the heck out of there. she let go of my arm, but grabbed a strap on my backpack. “you have no right to grab me or my stuff. let go.” i stopped myself from saying, “or i will scream for help and for someone to call the police and have you arrested for assault and theft” – i almost said that though, but something in me said to be calm and quiet as possible and just get out of there or she would escalate more… i don’t know if she let go or i pulled away strong enough, but I got away and literally ran out crying.
i called my primary care doctor’s office – and they actually were able to get her on the phone. i told her i need a new orthopedist, i don’t care how far away they are. i started to cry and told her i can’t talk – and she said ok, and she would call me back later.
i called my t… i just couldn’t even talk though.
i put the stupid braces in my backpack (after resisting strong impulse to trash them) and put the wrap and splint my doctor gave me, i hopped on my bike (yes, one handed) and got away from there. i’m at a park now, trying to re-group.
i am a magnet for crappy doctors.
and now my primary care doctor just called back (yep, i type slow). she was nice, said i don't have to go back and she's going to get me into the hand specialist asap and she's said it's not permanent and the orthopedist doesn't make sense. she kept reassuring me, it's going to heal. she said to go pick up different thing - an air cast, from her office, that will help hold my hand until i get in and won't make me twist it like the braces did (and was making my hand hurt and go numb)
i just want to go home... no more of this...
i do not like crappy doctors and bossy mean agressive office people... how the heck did that woman get so worked up? no one else had any issue with me - everyone was fine. i just had red eyes, no one cared and i was fine waiting in line. so glad i never ever have to go back there. why did they do that? when would that be ok? never! crud.
jd