I swear all these medical mishaps and screw ups makes me feel bad for the decent medical people, and even makes me regret even wanting to be one (even though I would've been a good one), probably would've been one of the statistics of one who killed themselves, but still.
Not doctors, but when I was younger... well actually doctors too.... Everyone thought I was faking it, they thought it was in my head. Doctors told my parents I was faking it to get out of school. The pain? Over an incision site from a prior surgery. My mom took me out of pure "what the hell" and a "if it doesn't work, she's faking it" type of thing doctor looked at me and was like "hi, I remember you!" and said ok, I'm going to give you this shot--it was a local, with a huge freaking needle. I had to watch it go in. In part I think he had me watch because what kid would allow it if faking it. After a while.... no pain... none. I was happy! He said "well, it's pinched nerves from scar tissue, we'll get it taken care of from surgery, she'll just have a few numb spots." I could even tell at that point that my mom didn't really believe me. My father didn't (he didn't even travel to come up because he 'knew I was faking') My grandmother had a 'told you something was wrong' because grandmothers are cool a lot of times lol.
Seeing your story, and the others of other people.... I realize I was probably one shot away from being in and out of psych wards. Some of my family even tried to make appointments and get me into a psychiatrist for "faking pain".
Huh.... things that you realize when you reflect on your life...
