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I wasn't going to shit up the thread anymore with my boring health crap, but this was too coincidental to pass by.The docs first told me it was indegestion, then anxiety. I was sent to counselling for “panic attacks” instead of having the gallstones treated. Love the nhs for that. I was too young, and not a fat fuck, so I guess it wasn’t their first thought- the pain was felt in my chest more than my side too.
Apart from being pregnant at the time, this is exactly what happened to me when I got gallstones.
Two doctors at my practice told me repeatedly that it was "anxiety", particularly because I was getting married in 8 months, and my fiancé was abroad for work at the time, for a month, in beautiful Lansing, Michigan.
So, of course, I was naturally having fits of the vapours, what little woman wouldn't in the circumstances? I still swear the NHS uses "Anxiety" instead of "hysteria" now.
The mantra the NHS goes by for diagnosing gallstones, I learned, is:
"Fat, Forty, and Fair."
I was too young and too thin.
I saw the third doctor at the practice, who had trained as surgeon before ending up as a GP, while I was having a flare up, and he poked the correct area once, with one finger, gauged my reaction, and diagnosed me correctly.
I had my gallbladder out 8 weeks before my wedding, and I'd lost so much weight, that at the final fitting I was told they nearly couldn't salvage my wedding dress, as taking it in any more would have destroyed it.
I will stfu now, it's just British "are saintly NHS" things.
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