Today was the day. Finally I have reached a time in my life when I am going to a vet for medical advice. I have always fancied this!
I drove over to the Vet’s surgery: it is very strange to be waiting for a personal consultation in a Veterinary Surgery Waiting Room. They, vets’ surgeries have a smell that is quite unique and there I was, lino on the floor in case of patients ‘accidents’, looking at leaflets and magazines about cat neutering charities and donkey rescue societies!
But hey – if he can help animals who cannot use human language I must be in with a head start. So off I go in to his Consulting/animal Treatment room. He is an excellent orthodox vet and veterinary surgeon who now specializes in homeopathic medicine for both humans and animals. We have not met before but I spoke to him over the phone some years ago when our oldest horse had to be put down and the remaining horse was suffering intense grief. This vet prescribed something then, over the phone, which appeared to help the horse so I explained my present problems.
To cut a long story short he began by saying that what I experienced in the way of allergic reactions was very serious, life threatening in fact, and I was entitled to be anxious. Mercifully he has come across it before. He gave me some excellent advice: if medics. won’t listen, walk away at once rather than take any risks and look for some other kind of mediation or representation. He suggested asking the Director of the Dental Hospital Unit I attend who is so attuned and careful of my care, whether he might be prepared to act as my representative, either by letter or on the phone. His point being that doctors often listen to other medics. far more seriously than anyone else.
We then talked about my likes and dislikes and all sorts of other things so that he could work out what kind of remedy to suggest to help with coping with the anxiety. Whether anything comes of that we must wait and see, but his advice alone and recognition of the syndrome were worth the visit.
So, that is another first in my life. A human medical consultation with a vet! I have always got on very well with vets. and found them in most instances to be much more knowledgeable than human doctors. In the UK at least the admission grades for Uni. to study Veterinary Science are much higher than for medicine.
I now have a name for the syndrome of my kind of reaction to certain chemicals so can begin to do some research. Quite a few pluses for one day then.
The journey to the vet was lovely, cross- country through deserted farm land, along windy, steep lanes bordered by high stone walls with ferns and plants growing on, in and through them. I never saw another car, only a white cat sitting in the middle of the road sunning itself and a small grey, hairy terrier running alongside an equally small boy on a bicycle riding home from school. Oh yes, and two tractors. Sun everywhere and a dry, dusty road.