When Doctors Don’t Know What’s Wrong

When Doctors Don’t Know What’s Wrong

This guy makes so much sense it hurts :/ I kind of wish I had a doctor like him/her.
So, yeah. My wrist's been playing up again, and good grief, it hurts so much. It doesn't usually hurt this much. I can barely move it without hurting. I have my last history exam tomorrow. I hope the pain goes down by then :/
I'm also slightly terrified that when (because I will, at some point soon) I go to the doctor, they'll tell me that it's all psychosomatic and my wrist is fine. Which will really piss me off, if they do so without at least taking an X-ray.
Though perhaps if they X-ray it first, I'll grudgingly accept it.
God, I don't want this pain to be in my head. It hurts so much, and there's no logic behind when it hurts - no pattern or similarity in the times - and what a waste, you know? Wasting time in pain when you don't need to be.

Fran's a sweetheart about it though. She doesn't take anything from anyone- for example, if someone thought to even mention  anything about women's rights and belonging in the kitchen - she gets all fired up and doesn't stop ranting until I force a subject change. Or give her food. Occasionally I let her go on, because bitchy!pissed-off!Fran is one of the more entertaining things in life :) But anyway - considering that she doesn't take bullshit from anyone, and we've both discussed and agreed that there's a high probability of my wrist pain being psychosomatic, if ever I complain - or even if she sees me rubbing or flexing my wrist without saying anything, or if she sees me favouring my left hand over my right - she'll immediately offer to carry whatever it is that I'm holding (which I refuse, usually, because please, I'm a big girl now) for an indefinite period of time. Which is lovely of her. I like that she gets protective over little silly things that we've agreed will probably turn out to be made up by my brain.
It shows that she cares, and I think I prefer this quieter subtler form of affection than the ostensible physical type, where everything is hugs and kisses. Though we hug and kiss too, but not to a very great extent. This is more of a case of actions speaking louder than words, isn't it? It's nice :)

My wrist still hurts, though. I think I'd prefer it if it didn't hurt so much, even if it does help me understand my friends a little better.

Peace :)