I don't know of anyone who has woke up 1 day and said let's "Be Sick". Dis-ease creeps up on you in tiny baby steps. Like me - you just don't get sick overnight. Slowly I began to notice how it was taking longer to do what I had done every day for years. I loved my job. No way was I going to let a little respiratory issue stop me from doing what I wanted to do. I didn't get to be a champion in the equestrian arena by being a quitter. Instead, I became a person who tolerated a dis-ease process brewing inside my body. If I had been my child or 1 of my 4 legged friends this would be unthinkable. I'd find a winning solution
Until the day came when I realized I was just putting 1 foot in front of the other to get through the day. It was time to find another doctor.
It was finally time to take 1 of my student's suggestion. Carol was a nurse in a private practice.. She promised me her boss would not treat me like all of the rest of the doctors. I didn't need a pill pusher. It had become all too obvious. Antibiotics weren't working.
I drove more than an hour to her office. I realized in a hurry Carol had more belief in her doctor than I did. A routine cursory exam resulted in "everyone in this are has rales in their lungs. We live near petrochemical plants.". Rales were the little clicking or rattling sounds in my lungs I heard when I inhaled. He refused to do chest X-rays or a CBC (complete blood count). You could say I became a "difficult" patient. Not my problem. I refused to leave the patient room. Enough was enough. I wanted tests performed. I wanted to be treated like I would have insisted my child or animal would be treated. I would become my own patient advocate.
When the doctor realized the patient's advocate was seriously not leaving, he ordered a chest X-ray. When the X-ray was totally white, it was his opinion the film was bad. After the 3rd attempt, he decided just may be the patient's advocate might be on the right path. The doctor ordered a CBC. I was sent home to await the results.
This was before cell phones were in every person's back pocket or purse. By the time I arrived back home, Carol was ringing my phone off the wall. Yes, phones were located on walls waaaay back then. I was instructed to go directly to bed - do not go to the barn. I had a severe case of "walking" pneumonia. Excuse me? I had to fight with your boss to even get a chest X-ray & now he thinks I belong in bed? Not going to happen. Just call in the prescription.
Another 6 months would pass before I put aside my "tolerance" of just putting 1 foot in front of the other to make it through the things I loved but now could barely get done.
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