Off to the doctor for me this morning. It's not going to be fun. She wanted me to try an additional medication and the pharmacy slathered the bottle with "May cause drowsiness/Do not drive or operate heavy machinery" warnings.
This, after I thought I had raised my concerns that the last time she tried this, the (different) stuff had made it nearly impossible to do my job and had put a stop to all my hobbies. Look, it's great to keep the ol' machinery made out of meat running, but if the process hobbles the software that runs it, what's the point? And it's great to get regular medical attention -- but I pay for that by working and if I can't work, well.... She's not going to like this line of thought. "Big picture" concerns don't mean much to her and she expects her dictates to be followed. So I may be looking for a new doctor.
Since her office is not available for anything on short notice -- they want to you take your bad cold or non-urgent injury to the doc-in-a-box -- and she usually pooh-poohs any health concerns I bring -- I can just about count on the swollen knuckle, sore joints and fatigue being shrugged off -- I don't suppose it will be all that much a loss.
In all the time I've lived in Indianapolis (and nearby), I have only had two doctors I liked and trusted. Lost track of one of them years ago when I was between jobs; he's the guy who diagnosed and treated the rheumatic fever fare-up I had nearly forty years ago. The other one fell ill and died much too young. I really miss him -- he was an absolutely up-front, cards-on-the-table guy, entirely confident in his medical judgement and willing to hear patients out and discuss their health and course of care. He was a self-admitted hold-out in a world of assembly-line medicine, a man wryly amused that it took a staff of five to run his office, not counting nurses and himself. The likelihood of ever finding another physician like him is somewhere between zero and none.
He Worked On A Starship
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