Private Chef, Writer & Podcaster
Ever notice how sarcoidosis doesn’t just mess with your lungs (and your whole life), it also turns random medical appointments into surprise personality tests—for you and the staff? One day in a pulmonologist’s office, a not-so-small “cleanliness” request collided with a not-so-gentle attitude… and let’s just say Prednisone Me had opinions.
Would you let a stranger wrap something around your bare skin that’s been on hundreds of other bodies… and just trust it’s clean? If you’re living with sarcoidosis (or any chronic illness), that question hits different—because “probably fine” is not a medical plan. Come with me the next time I’m in a doctor’s office, silently judging a blood pressure cuff like it owes me rent.
After twenty years of living with sarcoidosis, heart failure, and more hospital visits than I can count, I’ve learned one thing: healthcare workers can make or break your experience. Some are angels in scrubs; others act like you’ve ruined their day just by existing. Here’s a raw, unfiltered look at what happens when compassion gets lost in the waiting room.