I hate when I have an appointment with my rheumatologist and she just blows me off like what I'm saying is nothing. I say," I have a stabbing pain in my side and shortness of breath." And she just nods. I just want to scream and be like would you listen to me and actually check out what I'm saying rather then just write it down in your computer. This is why I hate doctors. They just dont understand what it is like to be a patient.
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