Wow, where do I begin...
I do believe I would not have been as sick with BP for all of those 9 years if Dr. L had never entered my life. He was a charmer, arrogant, good looking and knew it, but only had time for the young patients, the old ones like me were pretty much brushed aside.
Dr. L. beleived in ECT - so ended up with too-many-to-count, and now I remain with major memory loss. He was also a great believer in switching meds, so never gave any one med a chance to work. Hmmm...I could go on.
While in Dr. L's care, I decided to switch to Dr. H. A dilly to say the least! During my one visit he fell asleep in his leather chair, and couldn't decide if I had BP or not.
Hmmmm...I could go on.
So in our city there is a shortage of Pdoc's so then had to change back to Dr. L., but the story is at a happy ending and I am seeing Dr. J. now who is fantastic and rescued me. I am on the correct meds finally, he has time for me and even makes me tea/coffee, and runs a group bi-weekly - is this too good to be true?
Please share, I'm sure there are many stories out there...