I WENT to the doctors today, nothing serious, just a dodgy tendonitis thing that won’t go - something to do with lifting a two stone toddler far too often apparently!
The reason for my visit was to say, in no uncertain terms, ‘What the bejesus can you actually do to make this damn thing better?’ I obviously phrased that with far more sensibility and grace, I wasn’t dragged up you know!
I already know I have ‘de quervain's tenosynovitis’, it’s not the worst thing in the world (however hard to pronounce), and is common in mums with young children due to all the lifting and pressure on your thumb joint. The advice from the first doctor I met was that the only real way to improve your symptoms is complete rest.
Hmm..anyone with a child under the age of three will know that’s pretty difficult when it comes to lifting, shifting, dragging, man handling and general management of wriggly, sneaky little monkeys!
So six months down the line, I’m back in the misery of a doctor’s waiting room, surrounded by sneezes, wheezes, coughs and splutters, wondering if I’ll leave with something I didn’t come in with.
I have a great deal of faith in the NHS, but there is nothing more likely to diminish that faith, than your GP resorting to Google before doling out his medical advice.
Not only were we perusing search engines for a good five minutes to find the right splint, we then had to decipher the name of the tendon that is causing me so much gip!
*Cue confused look and eyes darting around the room for some sort of medical credentials*
Am I wrong to question his actions? I remember the days before doctors had the tinterweb in their offices, and they would often pull out their medical dictionary to check a couple of things. For some reason I would never question a doctor making reference to this book, so why does it bother me when it comes to Google?
The next time I need a doctor, I’ll be checking the iPad first!
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