I'm so disappointed, soooo disappointed. I don't know if I'm just destined to be without a good doctor or what. Please what ever anyone does here, please don't think I'm a racist. Well, I saw my new doctor today and there's a reason he had openings....just as with my previous doctor, he's from India. I left my previous doctor because I could barely understand him and he wasn't a talker. All he saw in me was someone who smoked, who was overweight and old and he treated me as such. No matter how much I tried to engage the guy, it never escalated beyond a nod and a smile, so I switched doctors.....today, maybe its my fault, but I got straight to the point with the new nurse and her first words to me "we don't prescribe narcotics here" and I"m like WTF??? It went down hill from there. Dr. P comes in and low and behold, he's a younger version of the last doctor I had....but I'm thinking this guy will at least listen to me. Right away, I get derailed....because he too has pre-judged me...so we get to talking about all the medication I'm taking and before I know it, we're talking heart and high blood issues. I'm still trying to bring us back to why I'm hear, but with the language barrier, his evasiveness and me becoming frustrated....its a bust. I did however manage to a px for 500mg of Naproxen...no refills, no discussion of my fissure...no looking to see the pink skin flap....nothing, but an empending 500 dollar doctor's bill that I'll have to pay.
One good thing I discoverd.....I lost 8 pounds, which is good. Friday morning, its back to the phone book to find a doctor. And I still have my next Thursday CRS doctor to see...wish me luck. So far no BM, that's why I'm in a good mood today, dispite the disappointment. Until then, I'm just on my own with this devastating desease. But I'll live.
I wrote him a letter and plan to drop it off at his office tommorrow...I had to let him know how he and his nurse made me feel and I feel good about doing it.