I had a cluster migraine the other day and was literally begging to god that it would go away without medication because painkillers make me feel like shit. So, give your whumpee a migraine! Here is my progression of symptoms:
Tightness behind the eyes that i ignored because I didn't know what fresh hell awaited me later.
my vision getting a little blurry, but not annoyingly so.
Went to sleep with a little pain, thought i could just sleep it off.
AGONY THAT WOKE ME OUT OF A DEEP SLEEP
Every time I moved I thought my head was going to implode
"I don't think my brain is supposed to pulse"
Too afraid to move to drink water
A lot of groaning (and aforementioned begging)
Nausea!
Slipping in and out of sleep
Painkillers took forever to work, but when they did I passed out and woke up the next day feeling like I had fought five rounds and lost.
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so physically decrepit but photos of fat brown and green toads are giving me the energy to continue my workday
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A woman got angry and started shouting in the clinic lobby today because she saw me, a doctor, leaving after finishing work, and she was the final patient of the day for another doctor who had yet to call her in
Shoutout to the healthcare assistant who asked her what room her ticket number was and then laughed in her face and said, "What's that got to do with you? Doctors leave when they finish seeing patients."
Karen thought nobody could leave until she was seen despite there being five other doctors in the clinic this afternoon apart from hers
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I finally started talking to my counselor about stuff some time ago just really opening up and she went “Wow you could really write a book you just keep going.” And I ended up nervous laughing for like a minute straight
(Hope this was ok to send your post just reminded me of this)
i'm so sorry love that would crush me - why is it that doctors are always the ones to wreck your mental states???
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first top ourgery consultation this wednesday. i feel like i could chew metal pipes
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It's so ridiculous being transgender as an adult. You'll have spent your entire life being conditioned (even by your own self) to believe that so many things just aren't options for you. You deeply internalize the "knowledge" that it would be impossible to be who you want to be and have the body you want to have.
So then you might find yourself in situations where you sheepishly ask a doctor who specializes in trans healthcare if you can have the minimal of help, just enough to keep surviving, because you know that if you asked for what you want, that the answer would be "no" (it has always been "no"). And then are surprised by your own excitement when the very thing you secretly wanted is offered to you with full sincerity as a very real option and with absolute intent to follow it through with you.
As though the whole time you were keeping it as this buried secret, this personal ache of want. But you never actually allowed yourself to consider it anything more than a dream. So when it becomes real and you can finally conceptualize it as a real choice, only then are you able to feel just how badly you wanted it the whole time.
Does that make sense?? It couldn't be real and even though you're desperate for it because you're not sure you can survive without it for much longer, you still don't allow yourself to consider how deeply you WANT it. You never know just how excited you'd be about it. You expected for so long to have to settle for less and never considered that you'd have the choice.
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A different sort of post today
Sitting in my consultation room and trying not to cry
Being a doctor isn’t money or dreams or white coats.
It’s graduating at 23 and working your twenties away. I’m 27, almost 28, and I work 5.5 days a week and see 58-71 patients a day. I used to work 100 hour weeks before. This isn’t better.
It’s having only 4 hours to see 38 patients, sometimes all of them new cases with multiple complaints which means you get around five minutes to see a patient for an average of four problems, because you also have admin work to finish in those four hours or the nurses get mad.
It’s being so exhausted you don’t see friends on the 1 weekend day you have;you just work. If you want to sleep in on weekends you don’t; you just work.
I feel a little like a ghost. I’m wasting away bit by bit and our whole cohort in our department is so burnt out we want to leave and yet our head of department says he won’t do anything about the patient quota.
At this point I think he wants us dead
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