Good luck finding Pug, Kat.

Ok, mission accomplished. I have successfully lobbied the Dr. to up my dosage, and developed a plan for the next few months. [not trying to be secretive - It's way too TMI for my comfort level, even with squickfont. If you want to know what's going on, I can email.] If things don't resolve in two months, then this doc will talk to me about new tests and next steps, but she's certain that all is well and it's just a matter of time and dosage. [THANK YOU for the ~ma. Here's hoping she's right.]

Meantime, I discovered that the f*cking office staff has been basically gaslighting me and that there WERE nurses I could have talked to when I called on Friday, but they preferred to tell my doctor that I was demanding to talk to her, and that I was calling multiple times a day; they've also mis-delivered messages and gave my doc an urgent callback note when I was *just trying to schedule a mammo*. I hate these people with a passion right now because they are getting in between me and my health and well being. I've already set up an appointment with a different doc at a different practice. Because I have zero confidence that the office staff is going to change. But at least my doc knows what the other side sounds like. In a not-crazy fashion.

I know I'm easily scared. Heck, you guys were here for the blue-confetti incident of '12. But when someone can answer my questions and offer me a plan? I'm very very comfortable with that. Right now, and for the past five years, I've had no idea why any of this has been happening aside from "just happens sometimes, but we need to keep an eye out for... but don't worry! Calm down. " Also now, for the first time in five years, I know the name of a nurse I could ask for if I were staying with the practice. Because the office staff certainly weren't helping me there either.

SO. Questions answered. Plan in place. Hoping body cooperates.

And that that office staff never treats anyone else the same way. Because that's really shitty.

My mother's been having something like the same kind of problem, Sox, and it makes me want to pull out the napalm.

Seriously. My doctor came in prepared to have the crazy-patient talk with me. I'd typed out, with dates, quick summaries of every conversation I've had with the office staff since November, as well as the rest of everything that's been going on. By the time I was done, she was apologizing and saying "this needs to end. This is awful. Thank you so much for sticking with us."

yeah, not so much with that last part. Because no. But the rest? Yes, napalm. It's insane. Who does this?

My mother found out that her GP had raised a red flag on her surgery -- because the surgeon mentioned it to her.

WTF.

wow

I am now thankful for the office staff at my doctor's office. I may not always think of them as uberhelpful, but there is some level of rational behavior behind thier actions.

Ai yai yai. Better luck moving forward!

Yikes, Sox! That's awful. I'm so sorry, and I'm glad your doctor sees that it's wrong and was able to help.

Dana, you rule the shopping world.

And brenda, thanks for the Rita Moreno link, but I admit the language you used made me worried that she'd died! Which she hasn't.

Hah! This is awesome. Emma Thompson photobombing Lupita Nyong'o: [link]

Too adorable.

This subject has been on my mind lately.

I know doctors and staff have to deal with neurotic and delusional people sometimes.

But this adversarial relationship with patients is so shitty. And it does happen a lot.