I went to the doctor yesterday, a different doctor and he was amazing. Earlier this year my GP retired and was replaced with a doctor that is always rushing. (Remember I posted when she spent 12 minutes of a 30 minute appointment to go over my entire health history and do a full physical?) Now, I don’t want to be a princess here and expect special treatment. I don’t think I have ever gone over 15 minutes, a regular appointment time, in my adult life. Even when I was very, very depressed and suicidal I was very aware of how much time I was taking. But there comes a time when you just want to be heard and come up with a treatment plan and just not have a prescription thrown at you as your doctor rushes off to her next patient. This doctor. He was so kind. He listened to me. Like, really listened. We came up with a treatment plan together. He even ordered blood work to see if my depression isn’t linked to something else. And, he took me on as a patient! I was too afraid to ask but he very diplomatically said I could see him again and be his patient. Isn’t that great? So now I am on a new medication (Wellbutrin) and staying on the one I am already on (Zoloft). I go back in a month.
And her. That house guest. She didn’t stay! Nope. She dropped my step-daughter off and went on her merry way to go camping. She will probably stay when she comes back to pick up my step-daughter but that is a future me problem.
I got a probiotic supplement today. But this is not about probiotics but I could write a few pages on them. (Succinctly – You need them.) This is about my total inability to read vitamin and supplement bottles. I had to get a damn magnifying glass! And that is with my reading glasses on. Has the writing always been so small or are the manufacturers making the print smaller so they can write more stuff? Or am I just really showing my age? Maybe don’t answer that.
Norbert has been sleeping in this box for about 5 hours now. How can this be comfortable?