Sometimes I wonder if there’s a point to doctors other than have them act like quacks. Monday, Mom told her new doctor off, so she went elsewhere today and thankfully, liked the doctor I got for her. Sadly, my doctor isn’t even a doctor, she’s a Nurse Practitioner. She’s completely useless and I’m tired of her antics. She told a friend of mine, who is also her patient, that her panic disorder is all in her head. No, it’s not. She’s told me that I’m too fat (which I am, I know this) and she won’t even consider looking at my back to see what’s wrong with it until I’m under 250.
She wouldn’t even give me a script for a sleeping aid when I asked for one last year. She gave me an anti-histamine instead. What the hell? I have allergies, but what is an anti-histamine going to do for my sleep problems? She wouldn’t even talk to me when I was in last. Told me to come back in June or July for bloodwork. Nothing else matters to her. Oh well. Guess I’ll find someone new for myself.
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