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The meeting

The meeting between Dr7, me and my Hubby took place on Friday. It was supposed to be at 5pm but Dr7 was running late and it didn't start until nearly 5.45. It didn't matter to us; it was nice to have half an hour with my Hubby. We sat talking and catching up, because we only see each other in person for a few hours each Sunday and then the kids take up most of our time and attention. 

Anyway we went into the meeting room and sat down. There was an awkward silence. Dr7 began to talk. I'm not going to go into all the detail of the meeting- I don't think that would be fair to Dr7. But I will give you a summary. 

Dr7 maintained that the pain is anxiety caused/driven despite the fact that Surgeon B had been to see me and given me a diagnosis that explained the pain. When I said this to Dr7 he said he still thinks that there is a psychological element to the pain and thinks I should explore some psychological treatment. 

I was frustrated by this and was about to retort when Hubby said that I would be willing to look into any ways that might help with the pain but that we wanted an assurance that my pain relief would be continued while treatment was carried out. I had been worried that Dr7 would just cross off all my pain meds from my drug chart as the pain was 'in my head' so didn't need anything other than fresh air and a hot water bottle! He said he had no plans to stop my medication and that it was needed to control the pain. 

We discussed the fact that as well as what was said last Wednesday it was the way in which it was said that really upset me. During all my times in hospital I have always shown complete respect to the nurses and doctors, being quite a passive patient, just going along with what they they have told me, taking the medications prescribed and not causing a fuss. So to be spoken to in such a disrespectful manner was what particularly hurt me. 

Dr7 apologised for how he spoke to me and said he hadn't meant to cause any offence or upset. That was all I wanted. To be listened to, and for him to acknowledge that the manner in which he had spoken to me was not ok. 

So for me that's it. I will draw a line under the matter and move on. Hopefully Dr7 was just having a bad day and we can return to the lighthearted, jovial doctor-patient relationship we had previously. 

NB x
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