Driving

Driving. A privilege. But not when you have episodes where you are swimming with dizziness. I thought this was a combination of Ocular Migraine and Anxiety/Depression because of the misdiagnosis. My medical records and prescription records are filled with verification that this was my problem. It was all bull! All of it. It affected my existence. I stopped going places. I stopped visiting with friends. I sought mental health care. I left my job. I worked so hard going back to school and working full time to have better earning potential. Except for very small windows of time, I’ve worked since 1981. I’m a contributor to society, not a taker. I begged Dr Ellis, and paid Dr. Ellis for a diagnosis, and she failed. Miserably. And repetitively.

While I’m unable to drive for who knows how long. And I continue to be unable to work for who knows how long, for the first time in an even longer time I feel like I’m in the driver’s seat.

If this offends the reader, I challenge you to offer years of your life and your hard earned money to an individual who will not only never help you. But will, in fact make your life exponentially worse. Who will send you down rabbit holes and misdirect you at every turn while benefiting financially not just from you but from your insurance, with a smile on your face. Without a grumble. And if you think you could do that, then maybe I need to give you the opportunity to contribute via a GoFundMe account.

I personally think the onus falls on Dr. Ellis, or her employer.