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Tuesday, October 2nd, 2007 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouOkay, so I decided to give Dr. R. one more chance, mainly because I really, REALLY didn't want to have to drive into Kyle to see a new doc. Besides, I'm cranky and feisty today, so if there's ever a time for me to challenge and snarl at my doctor, today is the day!
So, when I was asked how I was feeling, I nailed him with the Hairy Eyeball and said, "I'm tired. I'm exhausted, and quite frankly, I have Had Enough. It is hard enough keeping up with my two kids, and all the other things I have to do in my life without having to also deal with the fact that my thyroid is kaput, and the medication I'm getting for it is barely enough to keep me functional. You dropped my dosage as an 'experiment' over a year ago. Well, you know what? The experiment is officially over and I want my dosage increased. I want myself back, okay? I want my energy back, I want my metabolism back, and I want to feel normal again. Got that?"
He frowned at me and then shuffled through my chart. "Let's see, what's your dosage? Oh, here it is, 1.0 micrograms..."
"No," I said angrily. "It's .88."
"No, right here, it's 1.0, and here, 1.0..."
Yes, I was doing a slow burn at this point. "Dr. R."
He looked up. "Yes, Mrs. J?"
"Will you please look at the refill list? For the pharmacy?"
He blinked, then flipped pages and said, "Wait. It says 'approved for .88 micrograms'... that's not right."
"Do you mean to tell me," I said, very patiently (well, okay, there was probably a certain amount of huffiness in there, but it was sort of justified, don't you think??), "that you had increased my dosage to 1.0, but the pharmacy has been refilling it at .88 all this time? That you thought I was trying to get you to increase it to, like, 1.25 all this time???"
He had the grace to look sheepish when he said, "Yes."
Yes, I was very, VERY close to ripping all my hair out (which is starting to fall out again, by the way).
I went to have more blood work done this morning, and more to do tomorrow, but GEEZ!!! Yes, I want to have a screaming fit of bad temper right now, though it really wouldn't do much except exhaust me. More, I want to find the nurse who does the pharmacy calls for his office and, I don't know, slap her upside the head with a Clue Stick??
*has a screaming hissy-fit*
You know, this would be funny if it wasn't... MY LIFE!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*stomps off to sulk in corner*
So, when I was asked how I was feeling, I nailed him with the Hairy Eyeball and said, "I'm tired. I'm exhausted, and quite frankly, I have Had Enough. It is hard enough keeping up with my two kids, and all the other things I have to do in my life without having to also deal with the fact that my thyroid is kaput, and the medication I'm getting for it is barely enough to keep me functional. You dropped my dosage as an 'experiment' over a year ago. Well, you know what? The experiment is officially over and I want my dosage increased. I want myself back, okay? I want my energy back, I want my metabolism back, and I want to feel normal again. Got that?"
He frowned at me and then shuffled through my chart. "Let's see, what's your dosage? Oh, here it is, 1.0 micrograms..."
"No," I said angrily. "It's .88."
"No, right here, it's 1.0, and here, 1.0..."
Yes, I was doing a slow burn at this point. "Dr. R."
He looked up. "Yes, Mrs. J?"
"Will you please look at the refill list? For the pharmacy?"
He blinked, then flipped pages and said, "Wait. It says 'approved for .88 micrograms'... that's not right."
"Do you mean to tell me," I said, very patiently (well, okay, there was probably a certain amount of huffiness in there, but it was sort of justified, don't you think??), "that you had increased my dosage to 1.0, but the pharmacy has been refilling it at .88 all this time? That you thought I was trying to get you to increase it to, like, 1.25 all this time???"
He had the grace to look sheepish when he said, "Yes."
Yes, I was very, VERY close to ripping all my hair out (which is starting to fall out again, by the way).
I went to have more blood work done this morning, and more to do tomorrow, but GEEZ!!! Yes, I want to have a screaming fit of bad temper right now, though it really wouldn't do much except exhaust me. More, I want to find the nurse who does the pharmacy calls for his office and, I don't know, slap her upside the head with a Clue Stick??
*has a screaming hissy-fit*
You know, this would be funny if it wasn't... MY LIFE!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*stomps off to sulk in corner*
