Yup, I have been doing it again - counting the odds, which for some reason keep being not in my favor. Maybe it is because I have evergy levels of a koala that died six weeks ago, or perhaps because I have no family to rely on, and my safety net what comes to income has more holes than a colander. I mean, I can't have even a months "cushion" saved for emergencies, let alone enough money to go to private doctor.

Perhaps it is also the political climate which is making it harder and harder to be unemployer (or even part-time worker) if you have a diagnosis so rare that having that properly re-diagnosed is about as easy as chopping off your own liver and selling it to a Black Market salesman (or woman) without anesthesia or knowledge how to even use hidden browsers that FBI can't track.

In short: As I write this complaint (yes, still, it is like hitting myself with a brick size of a wrecking ball) I have weighed in what may happen...which is likely nothing.

This isn't my first complaint.

And usually doctors do not accept they have done anything wrong, hence I would not get any help or referrals to anywhere helpful. Or re-tests. Or help.
In worst case scenario I will have some marking in my notes that states that I am difficult patient or some such shit.

In best case? Maybe an apology. Perhaps correction to the doctor's online notes.
And then being left to float in the sea of comments like "We can't help you" because whatever I am writing probably wont change their mind at all. Doctors can be proud that way, and doing so very fucking evil.

But, I try not to get discouraged.
I am writing it. I am sending it. And then, after a probably a year or so I will try again. Hopefully by then some other stresses have eased in my life and I will have the emotional bandwith to deal with more medical neglect again.

Meanwhile - I hope you like these comics every other week.
And stay safe out there. <3