I'm so glad everything is on a big wheel, that everything comes back to you. This way I don't have to kill my doctor, which I so want to do right now. He tells me everything is in my head. He's prescribed muscle relaxers and pain killers, anything to avoid an x-ray that will prove he's wrong. Cover up the problem so he doesn't have to deal with it. Yesterday I had a morning appointment at another clinic and called to see if he could work me in. My neck, shoulder and arm (injuries from the bicycle accident) are keeping me awake at night. Lucky me, he had an opening. He walks in the room and say's "What do you need from me?" How about some professionalism for starters, asshole. Well, like the last time and the time before, my neck and back are out of place from the accident you wouldn't even see me after, and I'm here to beg you to refer me to someone who will help me. And just like all the other times he refused, insisting there was never any accident and that this is all psychosomatic and I'm wasting his time. And my money, apparently. Stunned, I left with another prescription in hand. Something he claimed was for fibromyalgia, something that by his explanation sounded like a pain pill. I'd had enough of his arrogance and wanted to be away from him by then. Later, after I'd left the pharmacy I looked at what he'd given me and was shocked to see it was Elavil, an anti-depressant. One that is CONTRAINDICATED with what I already take. Dear God, is he trying to kill me? Because honestly, I can do that all on my own. I took it back to the pharmacy unopened and got refunded.
I realize that if I find another primary care physician my records, with all his prejudices and comments, will be transferred there. A new doctor is just as likely to think I'm crazy.
This was pointless bitching on my part. I'm sorry not to have something lovely to say, but I needed to put this somewhere besides my head, where it has bounced back and forth since this time yesterday.
5:46 p.m. - 2006-03-24
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