right now will be extremely a lot of letters. You know, I just want to talk. I’m very sensitive and respectful of the medical profession, but, unfortunately, I have a bad history. This story has been lasting for 10 years, in my then 27. At 17 I was still attached to the children’s clinic, and then there was the trouble with me the first time – numb left arm. Numb so that I could stir it, but if, for example, put on the hand some object.. I didn’t feel. Reflexes were all saved, power was also normal, but like and no hands. You could take me by this hand, I didn’t even know if saw. I was very scared and I went to a neurologist in the clinic to get help. And I’m smiling, optimistic, respectively, and the doctor came in with the cutest expression on his face. My complaint, I was just laughed at and lectured that skip school control is very bad, trying to send home. I still managed to insist that somehow looked at me, no help I don’t need, only treatment. The doctor “had compassion”, looked at me like something and eventually gave me the wonderful diagnosis of a pinched nerve, issuing Nurofen and B12. I calmed down a bit, well, I think, a pinched nerve fixable. Completed a course prescribed “treatment” (I’m still a good girl). A year later the history repeated itself. Only the numbness had spread to the left half of the body. I, mindful of their “nerves” again cut Nurofen and my tummy has known all the pain vitamins. One and a half weeks I got better and once again, I happily forgot all about it. Forgot until I woke up with a dead body (even after 2 years) from toe to collarbone. Frightened almost to death, I ran to a private clinic, where the neurologist immediately honestly assumed the worst and sent me for an MRI. And she suggested a wonderful disease – MS (multiple sclerosis). Of course then the MRI confirmed the presence of foci of demyelination and advised me as soon as possible to register with a neurologist in the clinic and start treatment, the more that our city has a center dedicated to this disease. Respected neurologist from the clinic (is already an adult, of course) first told that I have stress, so the body as be himself began to destroy (almost quoted). I even opened my mouth. The shock just turned and walked away. Coped with the emotions and re-recorded to her office, bringing her a fresh MRI of the brain. Then began the more interesting epic. I drove through a large list of different tests. And if the blood into all the filth I passed where considered necessary, many other very expensive tests that were carried out there, where I was sent to this neurologist. But I’m naive soul, did not think at the time about the bad until the doctor who examined me visual evoked potentials began to shoot the breeze about their student’s stories, of which I learned about a tender friendship with my neurologist and another doctor who I was the day before. I’m not accusing anyone, but somehow it seems to me that someone had kickbacks….. The neurologist has for some time refused to put me RS, said that I was in no hurry to take such heavy meds (probably should be treated when it is too late), the last straw was that sent me for an MRI of the abdominal cavity, wdav a piece of paper with the address and warning that it will cost 4600. I blinked one, two, three. Could not resist, say – May me MRI from the whole body to do, well to 15 times not to run? What kind of disease you’re assuming again?? Her answer was steatosis. Well, I think, Holy shit… 9 years I was not diagnosed for 9 years I get treatment from stress I have increased the frequency of attacks of the disease – now it wasn’t just numbness, there was a weakness in the leg, she would just buckle and I fell down, suffered from vestibular apparatus swayed me, lost vision on his left eye – just a white veil of mist through which I saw the outlines of objects but did not see the lights, for example, I saw the sky, but it was not the sun, while the other eye saw it. I spoke to ten different neurologists, and I covered the threshold at the center of the PC, everything! the neurologists put me RS, in addition to Policlinico. And, as luck would have it with this fools, I needed an official diagnosis to get the quota. I don’t really understand why I through it had to go? Why pediatrician treated me so contemptuously? Why from me extorted money on unnecessary research? Hell, I am a young woman who just wanted to live. After 10 years I received treatment. And only 10 years later I was prescribed an MRI WITH CONTRAST! And the treatment I received only RS in the center of another city., which I moved to at least some chance to have. 8 droppers of Dexamethasone. Droppers from which burst all the veins. You know what I learned? What should I were to drip solu-medrol, but not dexamethasone. He’s better than that … and didn’t drip it to me because “no hospital in this drug, that’s expensive”. Here I will omit all of the swear words… It is more expensive than roubles, damn, on 300! I’d buy this drug! Please!!! Give me adequate treatment! I’ll get these fucking drugs! I’ll hire a nurse! I take on expenses, but please, make an adequate treatment of this incurable stuff! Over the years, I have never a scandal, never was rude to any doctor. But, you know, I think that we need to learn to bite… not even bite, just to survive. I hope I will be able to convince the neurologist to prescribe only the necessary medicine.. Just want to live a full life. To live and have a family.
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