I spent a tedious day in the hospital system today, when I went in for a transfusion and was too ill to recieve it. Spent the day waiting for someone to make a treatment decision, and eventually the slave doctor persuaded a Big Name Doctor to review me.

BND looks at me, says 'You've got blah', where 'blah' is what I had thought I'd had for the past eight months, but that my own docs had been refusing to diagnose/treat. Then he makes arrangements for me to begin additional treatment next week.

For a painfully dull and miserable day, it was a stonkingly good outcome. I hope you get a diagnosis soon too.