Conventional Wisdom, Doctors Advice

I really liked it, way back when, when doctors were sages and wizards. They'd look in my ears, tell me what's wrong, prescribe a course of treatment and I would be cured. Sometime in my mid-thirties, the myth changed. My body became more high-maintance and oversensitive to medications as my physical symptoms became more diffuse and harder to read.

Lately, I've surmised, that a doctors advice is like a complex little puzzle that I must churn and review, over and over and over again in my hand and mind. I have to figure out how much of the diagnosis is true, along with what my real time medication dosage is, based on my bodies previous reactions to similar medication. This is not an easy process.

I used to hold physicians in the highest of regard, because they used to always be right. Now, every illness is a challenge to be "best-guessed" through.

Case-in-point: yesterday, I grew weary from the incessant pain of the past week. So I succumbed to my doctors original prescription in dosage and duration. I took my meds at the prescribed intervals, at the mandated doses. Boy, did I get screwed. Yes, my pain completely went away, as did any semblance of functionality, as I lay in a heavy, stuporous, sleeping state for about the past twenty hours. I consider it a big, unnecessary price to pay.

Silly me, I heartily enjoy functionality. Once again, I made the mistake of trusting doctors over my own sound, experience-ridden intuition. My body is a high maintenance machine that needs very fine tweaking and highly conscious care. Damn, this was a mistake to ingest the nt sized dosage and not the AmyAspie size. I am learning.