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A Letter Written To My Doctor

"Dear Asshole", how I totally wish I could have started off the letter. But don't worry, I didn't. Actually, who really cares if I did start it off that way? I mean, he was a complete asshole. But let me back up for any of you who may have NO idea what the heck I am talking about. In my previous blog post, I talked about how I received my endometriosis diagnosis. How basically every doctor I went to , turned me away telling me I was healthy and nothing was wrong. And while they all pissed me off telling me that, it wasn't until this particular doctor where I just lost it. The way he belittled me in front of my husband was unacceptable. How he sat there telling me that all though endometriosis ran in my family, there was still NO way I had it also. That surgery would be worthless and I should see a therapist to fix whatever it was going on in my head. So when a doctor finally agreed to perform surgery on me and DID indeed find endometriosis, I felt impelled to shoot him an email, explaining my frustration and his poor judgement as a doctor. I wrote probably about 10 different versions before I finally sent it. I didn't want to say too much, but I wanted to make sure I got my point across. I didn't want to seem too rude but also didn't want to seem like I wasn't upset. So here was the final result:

Dr. S,

My name is Kimberli . I came to you a few months ago for an appointment in hopes you could help me. I was having pain and other symptoms that I knew were not normal. And was being turned away by every gyno I went to. I came to you telling you my story, sharing my symptoms, history, procedures I had done. I talked about how my family was concerned maybe it was endometriosis, because it runs in the family and my symptoms matched up. You asked me questions about my symptoms, did a quick exam, called my husband in, and basically (in a somewhat polite way) told me I was healthy and should go to my therapist because none of my symptoms matched up to endometriosis. You too, turned me away, making believe none of my symptoms existed. That they were in my head. That waking up in the middle of the night (every night) with hot