there are officially no good doctors left

I'm going to rant. I'm allowed to rant today and I'm going to rant aout the NHS and how shitty they are, so readers I give you leave to read these opening lines and decide you dont care, just this once, but I need to rant.

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4 years now I have had an ongoing stomach complaint that basically leaves me in absolute agony feeling like someone has gotten a hold of my stomach and is giving it a chinese burn by twisting and twisting it and then leaning on it with the heel of their hand. Its horrid and it lasts for days. It feels like the human equivalent of horse colic (twisted gut).
And over the last 4 years I have gone from doctor to doctor to consultant to doctor to consultant and back with varying results from IBS, gastritis, inflamation, neuralgya (its in my head) to super sensitive stomach muscles that need antidepressants.
I have had tests involving tubes down my throat to my stomach, more ultrasounds than a woman pregnant with octuplets,  blood tests, dietry tests and more. I have had more people feel my stomach than I even want to count.
 Needless to say, nothing has worked and four years on and I am still in a helluva lot of pain.

- Ranitidine, Omeprazole, Esomeprazole, something beginning with L, something beginning with D, Gaviscon, Buscopan, Amytriptaline, etc etc.
The only thing that actually did anything is I found out that my body rejects Omeprazole and esomeprazole and gives me the vom. Yeah, great -.-

So when I had another 'attack' 2 days before xmas I refused point blank to go to hospital, I sat it out with a big ass hot water bottle, baths, limited food intake, limited water intake - what I did drink was warm (not hot or cold as that seems to make it worse). The hardest part is not taking any painkillers, quite simply because they won't have any effect and they just sit in my stomach not dissolving properly because I havent eaten ...
Can't sleep because most movement changes how my stomach is sitting and sets it off again, can't move because it hurts more, can't get comfortable, usually I've been woken up by the pain in the middle of the night so I'm tired and bad tempered. I am an all round ball of pain and anger.

So last night... or early this morning whichever you prefer... at 5am I got my morning wake up call and so my day started. I'm sitting in bed, on the edge, I'm pacing the room, kneeling on the floor and nothing is making a blind bit of difference. By 7:30am my dad is up, I'm in tears and I can't take it anymore, its worse that usual and I give in. Take me to hospital.
By 8:15am I'm in A and E at Queens (yes, the same hospital that woman from Hornchurch just died because of). By half 10, I have finally been seen by triage and sent to urgent care. Good, someone believes me how bad this is. And now for the crux of the problem and what sent me into stratospheric fury.
I am called by the doctor who obviously can not read as I am announced as Shane Hetternen, which I correct loudly. As he is examining me hes pressing on the sorest section of my stomach which I am trying very hard not to yell at. He then rams the stethoscope down my shirt without warning me and listens to my chest before using the bp machine to tell me my heart rate is high (of course it is, I AM IN PAIN). He then looks at me and says what medication have you tried, so I give him the list, all of it, specifying the problems I have with Omeprazole and the fact nothing else works and I have tried them all long term. There is silence. He then comes out with 'well lets stick you on Buscopan and then you need to go see your GP because I can't do anything for you, maybe he can sort something for you better because he knows your case'. I'm astounded. Literally speechless for a minute. My dad is staring at him because he has no idea what this doctor has just said to make me so stunned.
'But I have just sat here and said Buscopan doesnt work on me, I refuse to waste my money on medication that doesnt work and I know doesnt work on me, can't you give me soemthing else?'
'No no, thats the best we've got. I'm not about to give you morphine'
'I am not asking for morphine! I just want something that is likely to work!'
'Well I can prescribe buscopan injections you give yourself'
'Are you not hearing me?! I AM IN PAIN. BUSCOPAN DOES NOT WORK.'
*he writes a prescription* ' here is a prescription for 28days worth of buscopan, take it to the pharmacy'
*I leave and explain to dad that basically I have been told to go to my GP, given meds that wont work and that I am about 3 minutes away from bursting into tears again*
We go to the pharmacy and wait for my prescription, when I am called I find that I have been given Ranitidine (another non-worker) for 5 days, I ask the pharmacist to show me the prescription again, sure enough, the prat of a doctor has written me up for this new drug and not the other one and for 5 days as opposed to the 28 he told me.
I am literally too pissed off to even bother complaining.

I get home and get my mum to ring my doctor knowing full well if I talk to the receptionist, I will cry. I hear her arguing saying that there is never any point ringing at 9am the next day as the appointments are already gone. I snap, I grab the phone and say 'Listen to me, I have been up since 5am in severe pain, I have spent 3 hours in A and E to be told to go see my GP and given medication that will not work, I AM TIRED, I AM SORE AND I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT. THIS HAS BEEN GOING ON FOR 4 YEARS AND I THINK THATS LONG ENOUGH.' and burst into tears and give the phone back to mum. I now have to turn up tomorrow and hope that my doctor will see me.

I do not have much hope that tomorrow is going to improve my mood, I like my GP, but I know that sooner or later he is going to retire and I will be stuck with the female idiot or the old doctor who refuses to retire and doesnt know his arse from his elbow and has already fucked up once and resulted in my major surgery when I was 18. I do not trust either of them. 

I am doomed.

The voices and I agree that we are doomed, the NHS is doomed and there will be no good doctors left in the world by 2012.