The other day, after visiting the PCP's office for a quick visit for my sore throat which turns out is nothing, and being asked if I was on such and such medications none of which I even RECOGNIZED and all were listed on my file, I decided, it was time.
I called the doctor's office and fired my primary care physician. Remember - she was the one that sent me to a psychiatrist when I told her that I thought my brain might be exploding in some way?
IT WAS EXPLODING. I told this woman I had an issue with my brain, in the CAR. She sent me to a psychiatrist. (She suggested I was having psychological black outs of some kind, while driving.)
I told her the police got involved, because they thought I had medical involvement, and called my house WORRIED FOR MY WELL-BEING.
I self-diagnosed, a very long time ago.
I should have been a doctor, well...
Here's the thing. I was able to get a NEW physician in the same practice, the only one that is still accepting patients! I was told that this doctor is great, because he is very business like, and takes longer with his patients. I'll take it. I prefer business-like. I don't want to be coddled and "Oh, dear-ed." I need to be told WHAT TO DO, in a BULLET POINT LIST.
But, my "new patient physical?" IS A YEAR FROM NOW.
The patient care representative said that, "Well, if you feel that might have an issue, we can get you an Urgent Appointment within the month."
I told her that I would find an issue.
"Please know that this Urgent Appointment will just be a quick 'Hello, how are you, what's the matter?' and send you on your way type of meeting, okay?"
Yep. Anyway. I have been a patient at this medical center since I was five years old. My files are all there. I could care less if I have to switch. I have zero love for the place.
I have had NO positive experiences there BESIDES midwifery, but in fact, mine left that practice too. When she moved on, I saw other typical OB/GYN doctors there and up in Boston at Tufts and I was just all, YOU WANT ME TO WHAT?! They both counseled me to HAVE AN ABORTION.
Me. What? I like babies. (Not mine, just a reasonable facsimile who happens to be on the top of my Flickr photostream.)
This leads me to think I am a bit more crunchy than your average patient.
Sure, I know I need interventions because my body needs medicine because my red blood cells are too small, I have too few and I have no iron stores, my pancreas doesn't always work right and my brain just breaks randomly.
I guess this is to say I am open to finding a doc who is not likely to throw pills at me and send me to the psych if I tell them that my brain exploded because I have an underlying metabolic problem somewhere and can we please figure that out first before you call me crazy, kthanxbai! Because? We still don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, but,
"You look good, you're maintaining a loss of more than half of your body weight, wow!"