I have degenerative disc disease.
I do not have a herniated disc. (See a previous post.)
With just one x-ray, an orthopedic surgeon diagnosed me with a lifelong condition. No MRIs, no CT scans. Just one simple x-ray and an exam. Of course, what made it worse, was that this doctor didn’t show any empathy, compassion, or provide helpful ways to manage my pain. What I thought was a small issue that simply needed time and treatment to heal, had become in moments, a condition I was going to learn to live with. I was simply given prescriptions for an anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, and sent on my way.
So I froze. With glazed eyes and a motionless face, I walked to my car.
While walking in the parking lot, my mind was racing with thoughts: I should get a second opinion. This doctor was so insensitive. How did this happen? Do I need surgery? I have a disease? Am I going to be in pain forever? How can I live this way? I didn’t make it to the car before the tears started. I was damaged, my body was broken, and my spirit was shattered.