My vet has some physical injuries from his service. DVA will pay for his treatment. But trying to actually get his medical needs met has become a nightmare. Stuffed around by this doctor, stuffed around by that doctor.
What drives me mad is that he downplays all his symptoms in front of the doctors and it makes me look like some kind of psycho.
Eg:
Doctor: Do you have pain in your neck?
Him: No, not really.
Me: What? How come the other day you had to stop doing xyz because you had shooting pains in your neck and down your arms?
Him: Well, yeah, I do have that sometimes.
Doctor: Have you ever injured your neck?
HIm: No
Me: What? What about that time in Afghanistan where you fell down a 3m cliff?
Him: Well, yeah. I hit my head and my neck was pretty sore for a couple of weeks.
Doctor: (with smirk on his face) Sounds like your neck pain bothers someone else far more than it bothers you!
So tempted to reach across the desk, smash doctor's head into his fancy wood paneled desk and scream "Listen buddy, you wanna live with a bear with a sore head / combat PTSD sufferer with a literal pain in the neck???"
Getting sick of pushing for treatment. I told him before we started this debacle that I would fight the doctors and the hospital but that I would not fight him. Feel undermined and made to look stupid.
What drives me mad is that he downplays all his symptoms in front of the doctors and it makes me look like some kind of psycho.
Eg:
Doctor: Do you have pain in your neck?
Him: No, not really.
Me: What? How come the other day you had to stop doing xyz because you had shooting pains in your neck and down your arms?
Him: Well, yeah, I do have that sometimes.
Doctor: Have you ever injured your neck?
HIm: No
Me: What? What about that time in Afghanistan where you fell down a 3m cliff?
Him: Well, yeah. I hit my head and my neck was pretty sore for a couple of weeks.
Doctor: (with smirk on his face) Sounds like your neck pain bothers someone else far more than it bothers you!
So tempted to reach across the desk, smash doctor's head into his fancy wood paneled desk and scream "Listen buddy, you wanna live with a bear with a sore head / combat PTSD sufferer with a literal pain in the neck???"
Getting sick of pushing for treatment. I told him before we started this debacle that I would fight the doctors and the hospital but that I would not fight him. Feel undermined and made to look stupid.