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I once had this incredibly prestigious, high-priced specialist—an OB-GYN who also claims to be an endocrinologist (!) —who actually tried to convince me I was just being a hypochondriac. She dismissed my concerns about my cycle length, even though it shifted from a steady 32 days to 34, then eventually 36, which she seemed perfectly fine with, despite the standard being 28. When my period would vanish entirely, it was just more frustration. She even used an ultrasound to try and "prove" my fixation on PCOS was unfounded, claiming everything looked completely normal on the scan. Even when I insisted on blood work to check my hormones—specifically prolactin, testosterone, and a couple of others—the results came back within the normal range.
Now, I’m taking Duphaston, feeling irritable, bloated, and just generally uncomfortable 😠 because I haven't had a period in months.
Fast forward to now: I visited a new doctor at a run-down, underfunded public clinic—where, honestly, I was half-tempted to turn around rather than sit on those questionable, recycled paper exam covers—and she looked at my ultrasound and immediately confirmed the PCOS diagnosis. She actually had the nerve to lecture me about not seeking treatment sooner, even though the previous doctor insisted there was nothing to see! I’m genuinely baffled. How is it possible that the first doctor missed something so glaringly obvious? I know I’m not a medical expert, but is it really that difficult to spot? Especially when you’ve lived with these ovaries since birth. To make matters worse, she told me my hormone panels were essentially invalid because they weren't drawn on the fourth day of my cycle.
I realize now that I should have switched doctors much sooner when I wasn't getting any help, but I suppose we all make those mistakes...
Even my dad’s health has taken a hit lately due to some nutritional deficiencies.
The ultimate irony is that I have been going for regular checkups religiously every single year since I turned 19, and I paid out of my own pocket for every single one of them—which makes me wonder what all that money was actually for.
Thankfully, it isn't life-threatening; medicine can't truly "cure" this kind of thing, I suppose, it's more about managing the symptoms and preventing complications. Still, part of me feels like filing a lawsuit just for the sheer arrogance displayed by my previous physician. 😠
Now, I’m taking Duphaston, feeling irritable, bloated, and just generally uncomfortable 😠 because I haven't had a period in months.
Fast forward to now: I visited a new doctor at a run-down, underfunded public clinic—where, honestly, I was half-tempted to turn around rather than sit on those questionable, recycled paper exam covers—and she looked at my ultrasound and immediately confirmed the PCOS diagnosis. She actually had the nerve to lecture me about not seeking treatment sooner, even though the previous doctor insisted there was nothing to see! I’m genuinely baffled. How is it possible that the first doctor missed something so glaringly obvious? I know I’m not a medical expert, but is it really that difficult to spot? Especially when you’ve lived with these ovaries since birth. To make matters worse, she told me my hormone panels were essentially invalid because they weren't drawn on the fourth day of my cycle.
I realize now that I should have switched doctors much sooner when I wasn't getting any help, but I suppose we all make those mistakes...
Even my dad’s health has taken a hit lately due to some nutritional deficiencies.
The ultimate irony is that I have been going for regular checkups religiously every single year since I turned 19, and I paid out of my own pocket for every single one of them—which makes me wonder what all that money was actually for.
Thankfully, it isn't life-threatening; medicine can't truly "cure" this kind of thing, I suppose, it's more about managing the symptoms and preventing complications. Still, part of me feels like filing a lawsuit just for the sheer arrogance displayed by my previous physician. 😠