Soylent Green is Yeller! Yeller!!

billytea, I'm not sure if the color reference was intentional, but you're either accidentally brilliant or just plain so.

To which the driver replied, his voice distraught, "No, man. The donkey died!"

Okay, now my mind went from burro to burrito. I just squicked myself with thoughts of dead donkey dong in tortillas... But no crema cause that would just be too many shades of wrong.

AAaannnddd that reminds me of a game show we invented in college (we being me and a gay male friend, obviously): "Guess the Animal Dick!"

Blindfolded contestant #1: "mmm, *smack* *smack* Giraffe?"

Bitches has suddenly taken a weird turn. Or is that redundant?

It seems like a normal Bitch day to me.

What happened?

Sorry…I really did go crawl into bed shortly after writing my post last night.

I saw my psychopharmacologist (from hereon called “shrink”) last night. Actually, I need to back up, ‘cause I don’t think I shared this anywhere (here or LJ). Last week I was unofficially diagnosed with fibromyalgia. So, last night I saw my shrink. He is pleased with how well I am doing, blah, blah, blah. But, he disagrees with the unofficial diagnosis. He thinks it is more likely that because of all of the psychotropic meds I’m on I am experiencing night twitches while I sleep. This is causing me to not sleep deeply, which then causes the exhaustion and muscle aches.

But, at this point, he doesn’t want to do a sleep study to find out if that is, in fact, the case. He wants me to just deal. His exact words were, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Easy for him to say.

And, somewhat unrelated, he will not allow the prescribing of any migraine medications. Everything that my neurologist and PCP suggest, he finds some reason for me not being able to take it. So, I currently have nothing other than ibuprophen to take for migraines. Which, my fellow migraine-sufferers on the board will be able to relate that that is not okay.

Then he went on to kind of make fun of me for asking him a question about the Mirena IUD that I’m probably going to be getting soon. After all the trouble he’s given me about the prescribing of medications without talking to him first, I thought I should run it past him. He was all, “I don’t know about that stuff. You can’t expect me to know about that stuff.”

Blech. It just left me very frustrated. I do like him. And I’ve been seeing him for almost four years. I won’t be switching. But, we may have a little chat the next time I go in, which isn't for two months.

His exact words were, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

But...but...how is it not broke?

But...but...how is it not broke?

I think he was referencing the psych side. But, the thing is, if I'm exhausted and in pain, it's going to end up affecting the psych side. So, why not deal with the physical side now before that happens?

WTF?

if I'm exhausted and in pain, it's going to end up affecting the psych side.

Of course you will. With depression (at least for me) it is an endless cycle of tired=depressed=tired. How could he not see this? That is just so aggravating, vw. You're in pain and that is not acceptable. Can you change doctors? Can I go hit him with a clue by four?