Ambulatorio medico San Lazzaro - 80

Bad

Monday morning orthopedist to avoid

Friendly and helpful staff. Orthopedic visit in record time of seven minutes with Dr. G. Masetti. He did not want to see previous exams, he had difficulty even visiting the affected area and he dismissed me saying I needed tecar therapies (which I will not do because they do not give benefit of any kind).

ELEVEN DAYS I have known since September 29th and I still don't believe it: I have a rare disease, 'primary hypoadrenalism' or Addison's disease, named after the first English doctor who studied it in 1855. I had a severe asthenic crisis, one of the many since the beginning of the year, with inappetence and severe weight loss (weight 43 kg.); I guessed its severity from an exaggerated ACTH value, the cortisol dosage (767 instead of about 35). Blow to the heart, how can I give such great pain to my family, I check the chances of death on the internet, I spend the nights with wide eyes, a steady heart, total mental confusion and inability to synthesize and concentrate. On September 30, the endocrinologist who follows me confirmed my diagnosis, Dr. Francesca D'Ercole - she saved me - a young, prepared and competent doctor who insisted on researching the causes of my problems. And sensitive. My adrenal glands, placed above the kidneys - he explained - do not produce enough cortisol, the most important hormone we have, the one that makes us get up in the morning, that makes us live. Then the pituitary gland, the master gland, intervenes. As long as it can. Almost like Leo, 32, 'myocardial hypoplasia', a small moped for watering a large field. Panic. To get tired and sleep at night I watch a dystopian movie without seeing it, the story is nonetheless absurd, maybe even mine is not true, living it on my skin is different from hearing it told or read it. The psychogenic effect is enormous, I don't know how to manage it, I don't read, I don't write, I don't laugh, I don't live, nothing matters anymore, the glass is empty. I can only cry. The lack of cortisol makes us fragile in the face of physiological and pathological stresses that can normally be overcome. To date I am followed by the endocrinology of Sant'Orsola, I have undergone the ACTH test and I am on life-saving therapy with corticosteroids. And it's all true, even with my parents' Alzheimer's I couldn't resign myself. I tell myself that I am lucky that there is a certain diagnosis and therapy already in place. I tell myself that I am lucky to live in Emilia Romagna, even if I depend on the cortisone acetate and fludrocortisone of Swiss medicine that the S. Ursola pharmacy supplies me, twenty minutes walk from my house. Of course yes, but if helplessness devastates me - "They are not long, the days of wine and roses" - the warrior spirit paws and resignation does not belong to me