I love doctors. I think most doctors have the power and desire to help you. However, there are a few like my former OB in Montgomery, AL, who I truly believe had a desire to do harm. I don’t believe he had a desire to help my husband and I have a child. I think his desire was the almighty dollar. He saw dollar signs and if I had to bet (I have no proof) I would hazard to guess that he had a cut back from the fertility doctor. Again, just a hunch, no proof. Hence you have noticed that I have carefully not named this doctor anywhere on my blog.
But, then, there are doctors like my doctor in Virginia and my back doctor and psychologist at UAB who truly want to help. All of these doctors are working off their working knowledge of medications and off what they know. They cannot help that I am one in 2 billion that will have one of the rarest side effects to a medication. Which when I have a side effect that is that rare they would not put two and two together, nor would the pharmacist.
So, when I was getting suicidal and it was growing in power and strength and no one could figure out why, I had to go on the research war path myself. The reason — medicine. The combination of two commonly used medications. These medications are used by other patients on multiple occasions every single day without a single issue. But me, I become suicidal.
When I began doing my own research, I found on multiple websites that it was possible in VERY rare circumstances this to happen when I combined Medicine A and Medicine B. The only reason I began to look was because I was off the medication because I had no way to get to it. One week in, I already noticed a change. I began to ask the doctors. After over a week, I was able to get the doctors to agree with me and change my medication. Now, we are trying out a new medication to see if it works. So please pray for me this week and the next month as we wait to see what transpires.
This is a big step for me. I was my own defender. You can be too.