Yesterday was a bad day for me. My general practitioner admitted to refusing to refer me to specialists. He was dismissive of my concerns and told me other patients were more important to him than I was.
Who the hell does that?
I was livid. He told me that if I didn't like it, I was free to seek a different doctor. Obviously, I'm changing doctors, but I'm not leaving it there. How many other people has he done this to? After talking with some friends, I have decided to submit a formal complaint to the college of physicians. Because there's never a reason to be treated the way I was.
I hate conflict. I hate having to put a complaint in.
But I once knew a wonderful man who died of stage 4 lung cancer that wasn't diagnosed because a doctor decided he just needed to lose weight and refused to probe further.
And I shouldn't have to. Canada is known for good health care. But it's only as good as the people providing that care.
I'm also pissed off at people that try to tell me what the reality is of living with Celiac disease. They are as ill-informed as the average cis-hetero person is when it comes to the life of a transgender individual.
Is it just a coincidence that I need to fight for something the same day Trump becomes president?
We all have our battles.
Hang in there.