CW. Medical. Dental. Anxiety. Mention of self harm, addiction alcohol and drugs. Mental health
It’s been a couple of years of increasing medical bullshit, absolutely exacerbated by government withdrawing funding from… everything meant to support public health, blaming it on covid. Following on from austerity measures and every other excuse they’ve used over the years to systematically destroy the NHS. Let the poor people dye out, kill off the disabled and mentally unwell. After all, we just need to not be poor/disabled/trans etc it’s as simple as that. We’re just not trying hard enough when we don’t all magically fall into line and pull a million pounds out of our arses. Which of course should get invested into their scams guaranteeing that they remain on top but they can at least say we tried. Unlike reality where they get richer by stealing and increasing wealth disparity, manipulating the press to ensure we know it’s our fault that it’s got nothing to do with thier greed, thieving or lying.
All of which has left a healthcare system in tatters as the government line their pockets while they privatise the NHS bit by bit, pushing ever closer to an Americanised system. Something that no doubt gives them massive hardons while they take their 15th holiday of the year in their 7th, absolutely unesscesary, house.
So, when the NHS GP is texting the day after bloods are taken asking you to make an appointment you know they’re worried. Particularly as it’s the second time in 2 weeks they’ve done that.
Thing is, they’ve treated me horrendously up till now, dismissed my pain, essentially told me to just not be [insert derogetory comment here] and sent me away. For months, no, years.
In the meantime I had gone somewhere else (a charity) and discussed a possible new medication for which kidney and liver function test were required. Had I not done that the gp would now not be urgently referring me to gastroenterology because the liver function is degrading. At least the gp didn’t strongly imply that I was lying about not drinking alcohol this time. Which they fucking did a month ago.
The call went along the lines of..
“These are the results of a heavy drinker”
“I don’t drink”
……. [conversion cut for brevity, it was essentially me saying the same thing over again]
“I was a heavy drinker” I said as they clearly were not believing me.
“Mmhmmm” I could almost hear them thinking Ha, I knew it, gotcha…
“but that was 15 years ago”
“oh. long pause it’s probably not from that then”
“yeah, probably not!”
When I went to the service who’d ordered the tests, not the gp who had decided to stick their nose in just so they could talk down to me about allegedly drinking too much. That doctor was good, immediately said there were many other potential causes, including one of my medications. Something that the gp would know but they chose violence that day. They, the good doc, immediately did a bunch of other tests and ordered a repeat of the kidney and liver function, the only one they could not do on site. And took the time to research an alternative medicine, which unsurprisingly the gp had zero interest in implementing. They’re still more concerned with blaming me and relinquishing themselves of any responsibility.
For years I’ve been asking for help with sugar addiction and ED. Everyone has completely ignored or dismissed my concern and requests for help. Even the recovery service dismiss it. If it’s not alcohol or “drugs” they don’t care. My inability to control it is NOT a matter of a lack of willpower. I’ve given up alcohol, crack, tobacco and vaping. Which are all hard to quit and I recognised I could not do it successfully without help. I’ve been battling with sugar for 15 years, and ED nearly my entire life. I can’t just quit food as much as id like to, then they’d lock me up in a psychiatric unit for self harming, though it’d be a way to get help. And sugar is SO FUCKING HARD to give up. Especially when it’s part of your ED which is triggered by poor mental health, which is triggered by lack of appropriate support, which is the result of “austerity measures” /covid /whatever BS the government wants to use as an excuse to cut funding to nessesary services.
All of which is obviously my fault, this is ALL self inflicted. Ignore the years of me begging for help. Ignore their complicity in this. Ignore the possibility of damages caused by all the medications doctors foist upon me without a single fuck given to resolving the issue instead of patching over the symptoms.
I’ve already lost a significant amount of eye focus due to antidepressants. And possible liver damage due to Proton pump inhibitors which I’ve been saying I want to stop taking for YEARS. The suspected gall stones, which have been dismissed as anxiety, indigestion and simply making it up, I have had to really push for months. And hey presto… Enlarged liver. Combined with the blood tests the doctor is worried enough to step in and ask me to make an appointment literally the day after being tested. But my absolute agony, my words, my testimony was never enough for them. EVERYONE has dismissed and denied my agony, I’ve even been threatened with a mental health section if I didn’t promise to behave. But it took a charity doing a routine check before issuing a new medication to actually get the attention required.
The government has completely destroyed the NHS, made it near impossible to get care. And that is fucking terrible, I will not get off my high horse about that. However that does not excuse Medical negligence, medical misogyny, discrimination and profiling. All of which are baked into the NHS, have always been there. The contempt with which anyone who doesn’t fit the cookie cutter expectation of a “healthy” person is treated. And the way that anyone with a history or even suspected history of mental health issues, substance dependancy, disability, criminal record or simply being poor and therefore unworthy of care. Because we all know poor people are entirely to blame for their circumstances. Throw in the racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, abelism and all the other bullshit things that are so ingrained in the teaching that doctors internalise it all. It’s no wonder I’ve been treated like shit, it’s no wonder that it’s taken months of pushing against the ‘just take Gaviscon 3 times a day’ to get to an actual investigation of the pain.
My medical issues have definitely increased over the last couple of years. Amplified by the lack of help available, being actively refused help over and over. Everything laid at my feet as though I was to blame for the condition of the country. And, no surprise to me the worse things get, the worse they are. Each new issue, each degradation, each problem compounds into an overwhelming cluster of mental fuckery.
For so long I have asked, even begged for help and keep getting turned down, blamed, rejected etc. Doctors now care more about ticking BMI boxes (and using that to refuse treatment or shame you) over all the hard work I’ve been doing. I’ve been desperately working and it’s taken a whole year to get myself back to where I was pre covid2.0, but do any doctors care about that? No. It doesn’t feel like it. It’s still one look at me and declare I’m not fit enough, thin enough, whatever enough. And despite me doing my absolute best to improve, to rectify damages, to survive, things continue to break and degrade. And all they see is me whining about not feeling good, they see a fat person who had clearly self inflicted the thing, imagined it, is attention seeking, fucking deserves it.
The worse things get – >The worse I feel – > The worse things get – > The worse I feel
And round and round we go.
No matter how much I try, how much I ask for help, how much I explain that all the things are impacting everything else and I have nothing left to give. Only to recieve a lecture on how my health is affected by my mental health (something I’ve JUST said to them was happening) with the implication being that I’m imagining or being overly sensitive to my symptoms.
Doesn’t matter that I, who disguises all but the most intense pain is describing how fucking intense the new pain is, where it is, how it feels and moves etc. But get utterly dismissed by everyone. And now, not one person will give even a hint of an apology for treating me like that. Instead they just change their thinly veiled accusations to those of lying about alcohol intake.
If I had received the help I asked for years ago things definitely would not be this bad now. And that is absolutely not my fault. I have done the best I could in a shitty situation, yet still get blamed for things that I’ve been trying to deal with, without help, for years. And I know it’s shit for everyone who doesn’t have the money to go private, but that’s not my fault.
I’ve had a real hard time, and a horrible shock of my body is fucked. Like, why am I doing all this hard work when it’s still just going to keep breaking and it’s feels like I’m never going to get the help needed. The fuck head tories are winning, people are literally dying because of them. And it’s all our fault for being poor.
I am so full of anger, at the world, at our government, at society in general, even at friends. And very much at myself.
Am trying not to fall into the trap of internalised self blame for all the health stuff, the way certain people have been laying it on me. Blaming me for being lazy scrounging benefit scum that sits around and does nothing all day. It’s like nobody sees all the hard work I have been doing, and fairly, a lot of people don’t. Even when it’s right in front of them. And it’s hard not to blame myself for everything, it’s often easier than being angry at others. That way brings fear, actually terror, of violence, humiation, rejection and a fear that they will prove my anxieties right. That I am just a dickhead who deserves to be in pain and misery all the time because I’ve never done a thing to deserve peace or happiness and a life without crippling anxiety.
In case you hadn’t guessed, I haven’t slept much the last few days because my anxiety is through the roof.
I yearn for the days when I can deal with day to day life and not have it overwhelm me, when I can handle surprises and unwanted news without it disabling me and triggering a fibro flare up.
In the last few months alone I’ve been diagnosed with, experiencing or suspect
Hiatus hernia
Enlarged and fatty liver possibly from medication
Gallstones, some of the worst pain I’ve ever experienced
Chronic migraine, like 3 months of non stop migraine
Trigger finger (more a real nuisance than anything serious but almost the preverbial straw)
Rotator cuffs injuries, most likely caused by the Tourette’s
Ankle is still recovering from that fall 2 years ago
Root canal, and of course it didn’t go simply because… why not. may still need referring on to specialist, but hopefully not.
Post covid asthma, which is under control now though I had hoped it would bugger off.
Eyesight damaged by medication, no recovery there.
Incontinence not responding to physio
Ever degrading mental health
All on top of the ever present
Body dysphoria
Depression, cPTSD etc
Disordered eating which will definitely be aggravating whatever is happening with the gallbladder and liver, bringing on the guilt and self blame
The other ankle, and other joint injuries, thankfully my broken butt seems pretty much healed now
Fibromyalgia
Menopause
IBS
Sugar addiction and Hoarding.
And it feels like I might have forgotten something. It feels like so so much. And seeing it written down, bloody hell no wonder its overwhelming. I had a meltdown with the newest things of the kidneys, liver and gallbladder. Not new issues just new labels or potential labels. My body is so broken. I treated it soooooooo badly for years and it barely blinked. After I start looking after it things just break, over and over. Am I not trying hard enough? Is me asking for help with the things I can’t figure out on my own not enough? It’s not like I’ve gotten the help needed in some areas. Nobody gives a fuck about the sugar addiction. Though I am willing to bet a lot of money that doctors will turn around and blame me when I rock up with diabetes, completely ignoring the decade of me asking for help.
It’s deeply worrying that the doctors are so concerned about the liver that I’ve been given an urgent hospital referral. I got given an appointment the day I got referred. It’s next week, that’s quick. It’s difficult to know whether to be pleased that something is finally happening and it’s possible for things to actually move efficiently still within the NHS. Or be angry that my pain was dismissed for so long and had they taken me seriously 6+ months ago maybe things wouldn’t be so bad now. It’s hard to hold space for both feelings, but both are valid.
All of these things have been preventing me from updating here, I keep wanting to and just don’t have the capacity to do so.
My spoons have been going into me trying to do good things for me and my health. Self care is exhausting! Therapy triply so.
Right now I’m having some illicit food which may cause problems, because I will never be able to fully control that until I have developed more coping mechanisms that do not involve food. As sweet as they are, sometimes a apple just doesn’t cut it. Expecially when the brain is in self harm/destruct mode. And I need to decide if I go sing publicly tonight, the amount of people and noise may be too much, overstimulating. I don’t want to go home but am being booted out of the coffee shop…!