...the new PCP is a doll. She's a sweet older woman, totally different bedside manner than any other doc I have met. She's got a heavy accent, her medical school was in Bulgaria. I think she may be a fit for us. I just got a physical, but she was the first to respond non-negatively (I could just say positively, but that isn't it either) to my quick history. She was intrigued, and liked that I was gathering information about others in my situation.
When pressing my belly for the "does this hurt?" she said, "there's quite a bit of flesh on the belly!" I would say so.
All was normal today, but it always is. I will go back for a fasting blood work at some point, I need to have my iron situation checked again.
Nothing was accomplished today - but they're getting my records and at least I will HAVE a PCP. That is, until she tells me I am faking seizures.
