Not dead yet!
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Good grief. It's not until I got home and calmed down a bit that I got this aftermath of anger about the visit.
I am having issues with the staff at the doctor I'm seeing. He's a good doctor but his staff are obstructionist.
So I went to see a new one in a different city (there are four cities with in close driving distance to me). I start telling him the problems I'm dealing with. He doesn't directly discount any of it. But he's not making much eye contact. Warning sign.
I'm alerted also because I know my internal tendency is to want to trust "fatherly" men. And he was one of them. Warning sign. When I had time to process it, I realized I felt uncomfortable with him.
But I was even more uncomfortable with the nurse who seemed to think I needed a diet and exercise program to lose weight. She would talk of nothing else. Warning sign.
This was MDVIP so the visit was a "meet and greet" free visit to see if I was comfortable with them. Funny how you can feel ok if a bit uneasy with things until later when it's like... hey, wait.
Even worse, I feel like they will now talk about me in that hairdresser's back room sort of way. The waiting room was so empty. Warning sign.
And so opulent, like something out of an old French movie. Warning sign.. maybe? or maybe he's just French.
Anyway I didn't feel like I was in the presence of a detective. I felt like I was in the presence of someone who forever has to check with someone else before doing anything. And who is happy to prescribe the most expensive drugs instead of cheap alternatives (based on things he said).
Not sure if that last one is a bad thing. It's so hard to know which new drugs are a sincere effort to help someone and which are shams. Should I be concerned that he was keen to put me on an expensive new diet drug? I definitely think obesity is a problem, but not THE problem. And if I could figure out what is actually wrong, I don't think my body would remain obese. It never has before.
It's the "what is actually wrong" part that has me seeking new eyes to look at my case.
I'm very aware of what Jen Brea has been through lately and I"m still processing that. It could very well be my issue, but in my case there are... complications of my physiology like torticollis. And I'm having new dizzy spells I haven't had before, especially when moving my head. The time I seriously hurt my back, the pain was located in the lumbar area and it happened when I took a fast u-turn in my hallway. I lost consciousness for a sec and collapsed straight down, legs unresponsive, but I could move my arms while falling. CCI may explain it.
But I don't think I can tolerate going on a Facebook group to find out. I'm seriously tempted to just go to a minute clinic for colds, and maybe not even have a doctor. Maybe these last few drugs should also be tapered down and I can suffer through whatever comes next.
Or maybe I'm still mad about doctors who think they know stuff, but don't.
I am having issues with the staff at the doctor I'm seeing. He's a good doctor but his staff are obstructionist.
So I went to see a new one in a different city (there are four cities with in close driving distance to me). I start telling him the problems I'm dealing with. He doesn't directly discount any of it. But he's not making much eye contact. Warning sign.
I'm alerted also because I know my internal tendency is to want to trust "fatherly" men. And he was one of them. Warning sign. When I had time to process it, I realized I felt uncomfortable with him.
But I was even more uncomfortable with the nurse who seemed to think I needed a diet and exercise program to lose weight. She would talk of nothing else. Warning sign.
This was MDVIP so the visit was a "meet and greet" free visit to see if I was comfortable with them. Funny how you can feel ok if a bit uneasy with things until later when it's like... hey, wait.
Even worse, I feel like they will now talk about me in that hairdresser's back room sort of way. The waiting room was so empty. Warning sign.
And so opulent, like something out of an old French movie. Warning sign.. maybe? or maybe he's just French.
Anyway I didn't feel like I was in the presence of a detective. I felt like I was in the presence of someone who forever has to check with someone else before doing anything. And who is happy to prescribe the most expensive drugs instead of cheap alternatives (based on things he said).
Not sure if that last one is a bad thing. It's so hard to know which new drugs are a sincere effort to help someone and which are shams. Should I be concerned that he was keen to put me on an expensive new diet drug? I definitely think obesity is a problem, but not THE problem. And if I could figure out what is actually wrong, I don't think my body would remain obese. It never has before.
It's the "what is actually wrong" part that has me seeking new eyes to look at my case.
I'm very aware of what Jen Brea has been through lately and I"m still processing that. It could very well be my issue, but in my case there are... complications of my physiology like torticollis. And I'm having new dizzy spells I haven't had before, especially when moving my head. The time I seriously hurt my back, the pain was located in the lumbar area and it happened when I took a fast u-turn in my hallway. I lost consciousness for a sec and collapsed straight down, legs unresponsive, but I could move my arms while falling. CCI may explain it.
But I don't think I can tolerate going on a Facebook group to find out. I'm seriously tempted to just go to a minute clinic for colds, and maybe not even have a doctor. Maybe these last few drugs should also be tapered down and I can suffer through whatever comes next.
Or maybe I'm still mad about doctors who think they know stuff, but don't.