One morning, I tried a sample of skin cream my dermatologist had given me, and, as soon as I slathered it on, my skin began to burn. Next came the intense itching, and finally, an outbreak of acne.
I called the dermatologist’s office, and told the on-call doctor I was having an allergic reaction to the sample. He said, “It’s probably not an allergic reaction. Everyone who starts with this cream has some mild irritation.” He proceeded to tell me not to worry and to start using the cream again a few days later.
I thanked him, hung up, and set about doing the things I knew would alleviate the pain: take Benadryl, put an ice pack on my cheeks, and drink lots of water. Far be it from me to correct a doctor, but his advice was unhelpful, so I didn’t heed it.
The next day, as my skin was peeling off my face in patches as if I’d been severely sunburned, I thought, What was the disconnect here? Was it just that doctors don’t believe patients? Men don’t believe women? The younger generation doesn’t believe older people?
It reminded me of the time I’d hired an animal control company to capture a groundhog. The young man arrived to set up what he called an “inescapable” trap, and, each time he’d set it up, he’d catch the groundhog, then lose it again.
I called the owner of the company and told him the groundhog had escaped four times. “Impossible,” he said. “That trap is iron-clad. No way any animal can get out of it.” Far be it from me to tell a business owner he’s off-base, but I had video of the groundhog breezing out of the metal trap like a teeny Houdini.
I went back out to the yard and said to the young man, “The owner says the trap is impossible for a groundhog to escape from. Why does this keep happening?”
The young man said, “Well, I’ve done this job for a number of years, and set this trap a number of times, and this is really hard to explain.”
At that moment, it occurred to me: Zero is a number. He’s done this job for zero years. He’s had zero training. And he captured zero groundhogs that day. What a life lesson this was for me!
When it comes to what’s happening in your life, you know the deal.
When somebody tells you that your experience didn’t happen? They’re denying your reality. They can talk all day long, but if you aren’t getting what you need out of the situation, you’ve got a right — even an obligation — to show them the door. Wish them well on their journey…and may it be far away from you. What was it the Bible says about not being a clanging cymbal? We don’t need noise without substance. We need those who see and hear us.
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January 7, 2022 at 5:10 am
KDKH
I hear you. This happens more now since some of my hair is gray.
January 7, 2022 at 5:20 am
rhcwilliams
So frustrating, isn’t it? Especially when dealing with things that need immediate help, like an allergic reaction. This Just happened recently, and I’m still steamed about it!
January 7, 2022 at 3:19 pm
KDKH
I would be, too. I once had a doctor prescribe something that I was allergic to; it was clearly on my chart because the staff confirmed it at each visit. When I arrived at they pharmacy and I discovered the problem, I refused the medication and never went to that doctor again. I never told him why; I’m sure it didn’t matter to him. I’m glad you were able to handle this on your own, but the doctor’s lack of concern and belief is a problem. And, of course, the reason you were prescribed something in the first place is still unaddressed, isn’t it? Good luck; some doctors listen; some don’t.
January 7, 2022 at 3:31 pm
rhcwilliams
Wow. That doctor dropped the ball completely and it could really have harmed you. Really close call.
They told me I had rosacea and gave me that cream, but all I had was red cheeks every so often. I kind of question that diagnosis. I’m Irish and we’re a ruddy people! I can live with red cheeks. No more sample creams for me!