I actually hate going to the doctors, especially when it revolves around my IBS, and like to put it off for as long as possible before resorting to making an appointment with a wait time of at least 2 weeks. Last week I picked up my courage and went back demanding more testing and more answers.
In those two weeks before my appointment, I made a list of everything I wanted and needed to ask and built up the courage to focus on not leaving in tears, which, when my appointment is focussed on my IBS, is normally the case. Which is why it’s taken until now for me to go back and demand more testing, and ask for more help.
I walked into that appointment with the aim of being referred to a dietician who could help me strictly follow the low-FODMAP diet to pinpoint the exact foods that don’t play ball with my gut.
For once I felt that the doctor I saw didn’t try to fob me off. Instead he went through my history, my symptoms and how I currently manage my IBS before looking at what had and hadn’t been tested in the past. He asked me when I was diagnosed, to which I said I thought I’d had it for over 10 years but hadn’t been to the doctors about it in a long time as I’d lost hope.
I spent what felt like 5 minutes of my appointment explaining what the FODMAP diet was and how I loosely followed it but really wanted to nail what was and still is causing my flares ups. He responded by saying that before we got there he’d noticed I’d never been tested for Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD) so wanted to eliminate that before we moved on to the dietician. I actually felt like I was being listened to and my symptoms taken seriously, with us agreeing that I’d give a sample and wait until we had IBD ruled in or out before moving on to the next steps.
It was the first time, in a long time, that I haven’t left the doctors fighting off floods of tears.
Now all I need to do is wait.
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