Playing the Mystery Diagnosis Game: Round 39742974
So the endocrinologist I saw earlier (who we will call Dr. Nogloves here on this blog) made my skin crawl.
The building itself was sketchy, but the office was unsettling. Pale blueish white walls from floor to ceiling, dingy, truthfully it looked like a run down methadone clinic out of a bad movie. Worse, it smelled like someone had smeared feces everywhere. I was breathing through my mouth gagging kind of smell. I had a bad feeling immediately.
The exam room had no cabinets, no sink, carpet floors, weird posters tacked with bright red push pins. Just a small surgical tray table in the corner with a few odds and ends.— the whole place seemed illegitimate and unprofessional. No sink, meaning he did not wash his hands or use gloves before touching me. I wonder how many patients he had examined and which places on patients he examined before he touched me…so gross. Then the doctor proceeded to go over my entire history, symptoms, including a discussion about my pelvic pain, sexual history, and menstrual cycle with the door wide open, with people walking by and patients in other rooms also with their doors open to hear all about how I find it difficult to have sex, how I experience severe rectal and vaginal pain, etc etc etc. Yes, because I would like to let everyone in the building hear the details. I’m sure they appreciate it too.
He mumbled and was hard to hear when he did speak (which was not often), had 0 personality whatsoever, and if he had asked to do an exam I would have been out of there in seconds. He really didn’t engage me and the whole experience just kind of set off alarm bells. I will not be going back. Something about the practice just screams “NO!”, and I’ve learned to listen to that gut instinct when it comes to new doctors.
It’s agreed upon that I have symptoms of Cushing’s, but I also have symptoms of Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS), so now more testing begins…along with the hunt for another Endocrinologist.