I've had really bad pain in my breast for the last few days, I know it's not mastitis as I have suffered from it lost and know the symptoms. I am totally stumped by this pain and at times I am literally crying out in pain.
My DH said this morning that I had to go to the dr as it was silly me being in pain. I was reluctant as my previous negative experience of Drs and BF. But agreed to go.
Well today topped them all. The GP obviously thought I was a loon just along for a moan. His reply after I described my symptoms was: so what do you want from today? Pain relief, to know what it is or antibiotics?
Well I had not realised that visiting the GP had turned into a multiple choice exercise but going along with it i said pain relief. His reply then was: well what do YOU think it is?
I DO NOT FUCKING KNOW i said (not really, in true reserved English style I meekly said I'm not sure).
His final gem was to take paracetemal (though previously I had said that paracetemal dies not touch the pain).
When I gently suggested thrush he said 'oh no it can't be that'.
So here I am again tonight in agony feeling utterly deflated and angry at such a rubbish response.
He clearly thought I was a time waster. Which is laughable as I had to get a 7mo and 2 year old to the drs at 9.30am in the pooring rain. Yeah my idea of fun, not.
No wonder BF rates are so low!
Was this just a one off? Am I being too harsh?