I had my annual checkup with my primary care provider. She said all my numbers are good, because they collected the wrong numbers. No sleep data. No tracking my pain over time. No questions about PTSD or Complex Regional Pain Syndrome (CRPS) symptoms, social connections, stress levels, or what life is actually like for me. None of that was on their radar.

By ignoring the real data, they’re missing the information needed for a correct diagnosis or treatment. Multiply that by thousands, maybe millions, and you’ve got mass-scale misdiagnosis built right into the system.

Worse is the smug confidence behind it. These fake “checkups” let them pretend they’re monitoring my health while they’re feeding the problem, pushing treatment plans that don’t fit, ignoring real risks, and letting the real issues get worse. And when those wrong treatments fail, they act like my body is the problem instead of their entire approach.

It’s not just bad medicine, it’s maltreatment. Leaving out my daily reality and calling that health is performance, not care. Reducing a human being to lab numbers and blood pressure readings and acting like that tells the whole story is dishonest, dehumanizing, and dangerous.

The missing data matters more than anything they measured. My pain over time says more about my health than cholesterol ever will. Whether I’m sleeping can mean the difference between functioning and falling apart. PTSD and CRPS shape every moment. My stress and social connections determine whether I keep going at all.

But the system doesn’t measure that. It’s not “objective.” It’s not on the template. So it’s like it doesn’t exist.

When they leave out the most critical pieces of my reality, they erase me from my healthcare. That’s abuse—harm by omission. They choose to see only what fits their narrow charts and ignore the rest.

And then they call me “healthy” based on that incomplete picture.

This is how people slip through the cracks, preventable suffering turns into permanent damage, and trust in healthcare is destroyed.

I’m not a set of lab results. I’m a whole human being, and how the system measures my health either supports or harms me. Right now, the way it measures is f’ing insane.