That is just tragic. 💐
Obviously I am here to tell my tale but my story is somewhat similar to that…
Spent a year going back and forwards to the doctors with chest and back pain. And breathlessness. Was given an inhaler and basically told I was suffering from anxiety - I was anxious because I felt something was seriously wrong and I wasn’t being taken seriously. I trusted them though and so carried on. The back pain got worse. They referred me to the senior physiotherapist at the hospital. She read through my notes whilst I sat there and I could see on her face that she’d already decided I was wasting her time. She gave me a lecture on bad posture and told me exercises to do and discharged me. The back pain continued - trusting them I did try the exercises and posture work.
Things became worse and worse. I was ending up at my doctors nearly every week crying saying I knew something was seriously wrong. The worst appointment I had the doctor saw me for
two minutes, literally two minutes, moved my arm up and down and told me I had tennis elbow and was visibly annoyed with me.
I begged to be referred to endocrinology because I had existing thyroid problems and I wasn’t sure what was going on but wondered if they could help. The doctors grudgingly referred me.
Several months later - during which time I ended up on diazepam trying to trust the doctors I was anxious - I saw the endocrinologist. They did some blood tests. I was diagnosed with Addison’s disease. I was on the verge of dying due to lack of cortisol, it’s fatal if untreated- I could have literally gone into adrenal crisis and a coma and died. My symptoms hadn’t been imagined. It wasn’t all in my head. I began treatment.
I made a complaint against the doctors. I think they all came together to conspire against me as they labelled me as an anxious woman and a time waster. Addisons is very rare but they should have - at the very least - referred me to endocrinology much earlier or done more extensive blood work. Instead they labelled me as having an anxiety disorder and gave me drugs to get rid of me.
The NHS isn’t fit for purpose right now. Too many egos stroking other egos.
(And before I get slated - I know they save lives too. They’ve saved mine several times including when I nearly died from losing 2.5
litres of blood during an elective c section that revealed a placenta prévia - that hadn’t been picked up on. I am grateful for the good but the bad is really, really bad).