One Test. One Decision. No Real Conversation.
I want to be clear about something before I say anything else.
I don’t believe all doctors are bad.
I don’t believe they don’t care.
Because I had a doctor who did.
And he’s gone.
When I was finally diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, I thought I had finally found someone who listened.
Someone who didn’t rush me.
Someone who treated me like a person instead of a checklist.
And then he was fired.
Not because he was a bad doctor—
but because he wasn’t doing what the people above him wanted.
He was doing what was best for his patients.
Let that sink in.
Since then, it’s felt like I’ve been put back on a conveyor belt.
In. Out. Next.
No matter how many doctors I see, it always comes back to the same feeling:
They’re hearing me…
but they’re not actually listening.
Six months ago, I had a urine test that showed a small amount of blood.
Not a lot.
Not an emergency.
Just… something that could mean a lot of things.
Instead of slowing down and confirming it?
I was immediately told I needed to see a specialist.
Urology.
Ultrasound.
And then—without hesitation—
a procedure where they insert a camera into my urethra to look inside my bladder.
No second test.
No “let’s double-check.”
No conversation about how I felt about any of it.
Just a path laid out in front of me like it was already decided.
“If one test is enough to decide something this serious, then what’s the point of testing at all?”
And here’s the part people don’t talk about enough:
The stress.
The waiting.
The overthinking.
The feeling of your body being turned into a problem to solve as quickly as possible.
For some people, maybe that’s fine.
For me?
It’s overwhelming.
The anxiety of appointments, procedures, and not being heard—it builds.
It sits in your chest.
It follows you home.
It doesn’t just disappear when the appointment ends.
Sometimes it feels like that is worse than the original issue.
I didn’t say no.
Not because I fully agreed—
but because I felt pressured.
Because when a doctor tells you something needs to be done, it doesn’t feel like a suggestion.
It feels like a decision you’re expected to accept.
And in that moment, I couldn’t find the words to push back.
But I keep coming back to one question:
What happened to confirming before escalating?
I thought we repeated tests for a reason.
I thought we made sure before putting people through stress, procedures, and costs.
Instead, it feels like everything jumps straight to the next step—
whether you’re ready or not.
This isn’t about refusing care.
It’s about being part of it.
It’s about being listened to when we say,
“Can we slow down?”
“Can we check again?”
“Can we talk about this first?”
Because right now, too many of us are walking out of appointments feeling unheard, overwhelmed, and pushed into decisions we didn’t fully understand or agree with.
And that’s not what care is supposed to feel like.
We aren’t just bodies.
We aren’t just test results.
We aren’t just another appointment on the schedule.
We are people trying to live in our bodies the best we can.
And we deserve to be part of what happens to them.
We Aren’t Invisible & This Isn’t Politics.
This is personal.
I am going to ask this simple question again... “If one test is enough to decide something this serious, then what’s the point of testing at all?”
I didn't write this because I don't care about my health, I wrote it because first the urine test was suppose to be a "pregnancy test" that's what I was told, mind you I also needed to do blood work as well so they could have done it with the blood work. A small amount of blood could literally be nothing or something, I am a female and females have mensuration cycles and could have blood in the urine because of it.
*A Quick Personal Announcement from the Blogger behind this post: This won't be the last post on Doctors Offices, appointments, as we have a lot to cover. This was a quick one based on something that actually happened to me. I have been gaslit by doctors, I've been brushed off and ignored of my own concerns and the sad thing is that it's not just me!*
