I have been seeing my general practitioner doctor for two years.
I first remember meeting him as a depressed and anxious wreck during winter, where he looked at me and prescribed me antidepressants immediately, with a recheck in a couple of weeks. I revisited a few times, both of us delighted that the first SSRI was a winner, and then I didn’t see him for a bit.
I didn’t see him until after my physio suggested my overreaction to injury may be fibromyalgia. I described my symptoms to him and he said the words I hoped to hear: “it sounds like you have fibromyalgia”. We tried amitrip, then he suggested we try pregabalin, as amitrip wasn’t working for me. It was a winner.
Then I got face pain and I went straight in to see him. He said the words I really did not hope to hear: “it sounds like trigeminal neuralgia”, but we treated it for a possible ear infection and possible shingles in the ear (because one of his friends had it years ago and it took a very long time to figure that one out).
I have visited him every week for so long the receptionist knows my name.
We’re now going for a private MRI and a public neurologist to get this sorted as quickly as possible, because I won’t be able to continue my education next year if this pain keeps up.
I have been incredibly lucky to get an amazing doctor first up. He has never doubted what I have to say, never told me its in my head, always done additional research to ensure he is providing optimal care, and has taken the time and effort to personalise the treatment to my peculiarities. He has been an amazing point of support throughout all of this.
So to my general practitioner: thank you. You are amazing, and you are improving my quality of life more than I can say.