Two doctors visits in three days!

Monday Captain and I drove up to South Carolina for another visit with the Crazy!Doc. We spent my fifteen minutes (billed as half an hour, as always) discussing Doctor!Asshat, and I believe this is the first time Crazy!Doc has ever seen me being truly bitchy.

Oh, he's seen me annoyed and bitter and cranky, but never in full on gleeful bitch mode.

By the end of the session he was convinced that New!Doc was an asshat, and he completely agreed that New!Doc should not be mucking about with things he has no business in (ie - my crazy!meds). So Crazy!Doc wrote some new prescriptions for me, to override the ones New!Doc had put into the system, and sent me off to schedule my next appointment in two months.

This morning I had to report to the hospital to see New!Doc again because he got my lab results (from the bloodwork I had to remind him that I needed) and wanted to "discuss treatment options".

Such an eye roll for that one.

Anyway, we showed up thirty minutes early because gate traffic wasn't as bad as we were expecting, which meant we were brought back far earlier than he was expecting. Captain came back to the exam room with me so that we could roll our eyes at each other behind New!Doc's back, which I can already tell is the only way we'll be getting through any future appointments with him.

I brought knitting because I had fully expected to be sitting in the car, waiting to get through security, for a while, so I was sitting on the exam table knitting when New!Doc showed up. He glared at me, either because I'd brought Captain along, or because I didn't immediately drop what I was doing the second he opened the door. I was counting stitches and was all set to mark my place and give him my attention until the glare. After that, I finished counting and didn't bother hurrying as I carefully tucked my knitting away, then turned to face him and gave him the brightest, most innocently cheerful smile ever. That earned me another glare. I'm assuming that one was for not being intimidated by the first.

Whatever.

It seems that New!Doc didn't even realize he'd changed my metformin prescription two weeks ago (upping it by 200mgs a day) because he can't read a typed spreadsheet in 14pt Times New Roman and got the dosage wrong. Also, he put ALL the meds I'm on into the system for refill at that point (including my Crazy!Meds, which he isn't supposed to be touching, hence my earlier discussion with Crazy!Doc) and the hospital pharmacy did their job and filled them as he wrote them, so I don't know why he was copping an attitude with me because I went home with the wrong dosage. So now I've got a huge bottle of 850mg metformin sitting in my cabinet that I can't take because he upped the dosage again this morning.

He also did that annoying thing some doctors do - the scare tactic thing? You know the one, where they tell you if you don't change your evil ways, you'll end up legless, peeing into a bag or something? This time it was... insulin therapy, whispered in this soft, menacing tone. Captain and I shared an eye roll AND a smirk over that one.

I don't know what he wants me to do this time, I'm already taking all my pills as prescribed, limiting my sugar intake, trying to cut back on the red meat by eating more chicken and turkey and the occasional pork chop (lightly breaded with seasoned bread crumbs that I've smashed with my very own rolling pin - FUN!) and I've even been making myself bleed every stupid morning. Captain and I are even heading to the PX this weekend to look at exercise bikes because there is a sale and I can park a bike in the living room and watch zombie movies while I peddle in the privacy of my comfy climate controlled home.

Basically what I'm saying is that I'm doing what I've been told and if the meds I'm taking aren't doing their job to his satisfaction, it's not my fault this time. So he can suck it.

Also - I accidentally locked Bellatrix in the linen/medicine cabinet for a few hours this afternoon and ended up tearing apart most of the house trying to find her before I remembered putting away the unused metformin bottle. So that was fun.

Two doctors visits in three days!

Monday Captain and I drove up to South Carolina for another visit with the Crazy!Doc. We spent my fifteen minutes (billed as half an hour, as always) discussing Doctor!Asshat, and I believe this is the first time Crazy!Doc has ever seen me being truly bitchy.

Oh, he's seen me annoyed and bitter and cranky, but never in full on gleeful bitch mode.

By the end of the session he was convinced that New!Doc was an asshat, and he completely agreed that New!Doc should not be mucking about with things he has no business in (ie - my crazy!meds). So Crazy!Doc wrote some new prescriptions for me, to override the ones New!Doc had put into the system, and sent me off to schedule my next appointment in two months.

This morning I had to report to the hospital to see New!Doc again because he got my lab results (from the bloodwork I had to remind him that I needed) and wanted to "discuss treatment options".

Such an eye roll for that one.

Anyway, we showed up thirty minutes early because gate traffic wasn't as bad as we were expecting, which meant we were brought back far earlier than he was expecting. Captain came back to the exam room with me so that we could roll our eyes at each other behind New!Doc's back, which I can already tell is the only way we'll be getting through any future appointments with him.

I brought knitting because I had fully expected to be sitting in the car, waiting to get through security, for a while, so I was sitting on the exam table knitting when New!Doc showed up. He glared at me, either because I'd brought Captain along, or because I didn't immediately drop what I was doing the second he opened the door. I was counting stitches and was all set to mark my place and give him my attention until the glare. After that, I finished counting and didn't bother hurrying as I carefully tucked my knitting away, then turned to face him and gave him the brightest, most innocently cheerful smile ever. That earned me another glare. I'm assuming that one was for not being intimidated by the first.

Whatever.

It seems that New!Doc didn't even realize he'd changed my metformin prescription two weeks ago (upping it by 200mgs a day) because he can't read a typed spreadsheet in 14pt Times New Roman and got the dosage wrong. Also, he put ALL the meds I'm on into the system for refill at that point (including my Crazy!Meds, which he isn't supposed to be touching, hence my earlier discussion with Crazy!Doc) and the hospital pharmacy did their job and filled them as he wrote them, so I don't know why he was copping an attitude with me because I went home with the wrong dosage. So now I've got a huge bottle of 850mg metformin sitting in my cabinet that I can't take because he upped the dosage again this morning.

He also did that annoying thing some doctors do - the scare tactic thing? You know the one, where they tell you if you don't change your evil ways, you'll end up legless, peeing into a bag or something? This time it was... insulin therapy, whispered in this soft, menacing tone. Captain and I shared an eye roll AND a smirk over that one.

I don't know what he wants me to do this time, I'm already taking all my pills as prescribed, limiting my sugar intake, trying to cut back on the red meat by eating more chicken and turkey and the occasional pork chop (lightly breaded with seasoned bread crumbs that I've smashed with my very own rolling pin - FUN!) and I've even been making myself bleed every stupid morning. Captain and I are even heading to the PX this weekend to look at exercise bikes because there is a sale and I can park a bike in the living room and watch zombie movies while I peddle in the privacy of my comfy climate controlled home.

Basically what I'm saying is that I'm doing what I've been told and if the meds I'm taking aren't doing their job to his satisfaction, it's not my fault this time. So he can suck it.

Also - I accidentally locked Bellatrix in the linen/medicine cabinet for a few hours this afternoon and ended up tearing apart most of the house trying to find her before I remembered putting away the unused metformin bottle. So that was fun.