Bleh on Doctors of the world!
Ok, I went to see my doctor today for a check up on the medicine he put me on a month ago. This did not go as I had thought it should. For one, this was a check-up for my blood sugar meds and he didn't do anything about my blood sugar, he asked me if someone has tested my sugar lately... and I said no, not since he had. He got this faintly paniced expression and started flipping through his papers. I asked if I should have someone check it away from the office, he said yes, that would be good... and that was the end of the conversation and he never did set me up for the blood work... and what's worse is he noted the blood sugar was low the last time he checked.
Not only that, I feel he is starting to give me the runaround on my pain medication. I feel proud of him for asking me if I sleep ok every time I go in there... but he also changes my pain medication every time I go in because they are not working... but he always writes them for 'joint pain' or for 'tendonitis'. I don't have those! I have FIBROMYALGIA! These are different things.
I wanted to talk to him about weight loss surgery but he seemed so out of it that I didn't even broach the subejct.
I want to ask him to send me to a specialist but every time I get his nurse to do anything she fucks it up. Invariably she will get me an appointment with someone who does NOT take my insurance... what's a girl to do?
Now I'm going to bitch about this guy I work with. He has slowly been pissing me off. He thinks he is better than everyone, he goes on and on about how he wears nothing but the best, he pays hundreds of dollars for a pair of shoes... and I think, 'why the fuck are you working here then if you can squander money?' Well, this same prissy queen told me last week in a very snooty voice 'You don't have Fibromyalgia, you have Lupus.'. I said, no, I have fibromyalgia, I've been checked for Lupus. He says, I know you don't have it because my mothers says there is no such thing as Fibromyalgia that people just have Lupus and need to deal with it. After twenty minutes of arguing this, I wash my hands of it. Then, today my friend that sits beside me told me what was said AFTER I left. The little asshole turned around and told her 'There's nothing wrong with her.' The girl I sit beside KNOWs something is wrong with me. She works with me every day and gets to see how I hurt, how I almost cry if someone touches me too hard... why can't he?
Not only that, I feel he is starting to give me the runaround on my pain medication. I feel proud of him for asking me if I sleep ok every time I go in there... but he also changes my pain medication every time I go in because they are not working... but he always writes them for 'joint pain' or for 'tendonitis'. I don't have those! I have FIBROMYALGIA! These are different things.
I wanted to talk to him about weight loss surgery but he seemed so out of it that I didn't even broach the subejct.
I want to ask him to send me to a specialist but every time I get his nurse to do anything she fucks it up. Invariably she will get me an appointment with someone who does NOT take my insurance... what's a girl to do?
Now I'm going to bitch about this guy I work with. He has slowly been pissing me off. He thinks he is better than everyone, he goes on and on about how he wears nothing but the best, he pays hundreds of dollars for a pair of shoes... and I think, 'why the fuck are you working here then if you can squander money?' Well, this same prissy queen told me last week in a very snooty voice 'You don't have Fibromyalgia, you have Lupus.'. I said, no, I have fibromyalgia, I've been checked for Lupus. He says, I know you don't have it because my mothers says there is no such thing as Fibromyalgia that people just have Lupus and need to deal with it. After twenty minutes of arguing this, I wash my hands of it. Then, today my friend that sits beside me told me what was said AFTER I left. The little asshole turned around and told her 'There's nothing wrong with her.' The girl I sit beside KNOWs something is wrong with me. She works with me every day and gets to see how I hurt, how I almost cry if someone touches me too hard... why can't he?