I hate doctors

The PVC's are just not going away, so after a long internal debate I decided I should go to the local urgent care to make sure everything is ok. I just wanted to make sure that the rest of my heart rhythm was normal. I've been getting the PVC's just about every minute, which if you look online isn't THAT bad. But still, it is pretty darn uncomfortable especially when this is happening with HR's into the 140's!!

I get into the exam room and the nurse says they usually just send heart palpitation patients to the ER as they can't really do much here. "I'm not a doctor though, just telling you what normally ends up happening". I was thinking to myself. Well I didn't go to the ER because it's not to that point.

They do an EKG and of course it's always lying down and when you aren't symptomatic. I hate that. The EKG comes back completely normal which was great, but it didn't capture what I was experiencing. Literally 5 seconds after she printed that stupid sheet out I had like 2 or 3 PVC's upon sitting up! /sigh

The doctor comes in and he is insulting and patronizing me immediately. I'm thinking to myself, what did I do to deserve this type of treatment? I come in here because I wanted to make sure I wasn't in SVT or something and this guy is just lecturing me about stupid shit that doesn't even matter to me.

He tells me that I need to start working again because it's clear that I need more structure in my life and I need to be "part of a team". He said that when you don't work, your heart doesn't have anything to respond to so it starts to race at times when it shouldn't. If I had a job that would be the best thing for me. Can I say WTF? I just let him continue because I wanted to make sure he dug himself the largest hole possible with no way out. He keeps telling me that I need to find out what my triggers are for this "POTS" and I need to stop doing it.

"How long have you had POTS". Diagnosed 1-2 years, but I've had it for about 10 years. "Well you need to stop thinking about it and just live. You are worrying too much about this POTS and need to work. This is when I stop him and correct him about what POTS even is because he kept using the wrong words. He was saying Paroxysmal tachycardia or something like that and I told him NO it is called POSTURAL orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Then I went on to tell him that I used to work. Quite a lot actually and I eventually had to quit because I COULD NOT WORK ANYMORE due to my heart. "Well you need to find a job that you can handle because that's the best thing for you." WOW WOW WOW. I was so mad at this point, I picked up my purse and said, well there is nothing you can do for me, so this is over.

He stopped me. That's when he realized that I wasn't a freakin' idiot and said, "I know that what you feel is real. I'm not saying that your HR's aren't high or that you aren't having PVC's, you just need to realize that this will never go away and you need to live with it. I told him, what the hell did he think I've been doing for the past 1o years. I've been DEALING with it.

That's when I brought out the big guns because you have to think like a doctor. I said that I had been to Cleveland Clinic and they diagnosed me with this and they believe it's a dysfunction of the autonomic system and has nothing to do with the fact that I'm not working. That's when he started telling me about his lovely daughter. She's such an amazing basketball player. Very very fast runner and can do so much stuff. Thanks asshole for reminding me how much shit I can't do on a daily basis. He said that she has nervous system problems too, but she learns to deal with it by playing basketball. That's her way of channeling it. WTF? I asked him if he's ever had a 140 HR just from standing up from a chair. He gets a bit quiet and tells me that he had a fast HR a few times and it can be scary. That's when I pushed even further and said, what if it happened EVERY TIME YOU STAND!!! He had nothing to say about that.

He asked me what Cleveland Clinic was doing about "POTS". Oh to interject, he was talking about POTS like it was herpes or something. HAHA Just weird. Anyway, I told him that they wanted me to increase my florinef dosage and salt intake. The look on his face was "I have no idea what this girl is talking about, but I'm going to pretend like I do". He said, oh how has that worked for you. I told him that I had already tried that last year and it does nothing for me at all. The only thing that worked was a beta blocker, but as the weather got warm it stopped working because of my severe heat intolerance. To further prove that he had no idea what he was talking about, he said that "Every 5 years or so, car companies come out with new model cars. There are new computers available too. Maybe next year they will come out with a new beta blocker that won't give you heat intolerance." ROFLMAO!! This guy thinks the beta blocker gave me heat intolerance. haha Then I told him about my elevated catecholamine levels upon standing and that has a lot to do with my rapid heart rates. Once again, he had no idea what I was talking about. I totally out-doctored him right there, but this was all on purpose.

Towards the end I was shifting a lot on the exam table, looking at my purse, floor, purse, floor. He said, well I'm very sorry I can't give you a pill here today. I immediately interrupted him and said that's not what I wanted!! He seemed confused by this comment and then he got up and left. He told me I should contact one the hospitals in the area because they have a very prestigious cardiologist/EP department. I told him that I had already...I see the head of the freakin' EP department of that hospital! I also explained to him that I had a tilt-table test. "Oh you had one of those?" I said yeah that's the only way you get diagnosed with POTS and I've had 2. One at the local hospital and Cleveland Clinic. That was basically it. He said to "keep in touch". Why? So I can come back to you to hate myself even more?

What an asshole.

Basically this office visit made me have more PVC's because I was so pissed off by the doctor. I am writing a letter to the corporate office about this. He was the biggest piece of crap I've ever seen since that ER visit like 4-5 years ago who said I was a heroin addict looking for drugs. I believe to this day that was an adrenal crisis...