And by that I mean how I pictured them in my head. Take last Friday, for instance. I had scheduled a Dr. appointment to discuss with my doctor decreasing some of my meds. In my mind, he was all, "sure, no problem. What a great idea." In real life it went more like this:
The nurse takes all my vitals (down another two pounds since I saw him in April), blood pressure and heart rate good. Unfortunately, I've managed to catch a really bad cold/sinus gunk. The doctor enters.
Me: Ironically, I'd scheduled this appointment to convince you of how healthy I am, but now I have a cold...
Him: Stop talking.
Me: My niece came home from camp with a cold and then my grandson caught it...
Him: Seriously, stop talking!
At this point I notice that he's taking out and donning a surgical mask as though I was typhoid Mary. It should have been a clue, maybe, that this wasn't going to be my best visit ever.
Him: Any drainage? What color? Blah, blah, blah...
And he prescribes me an antibiotic.
Me: Okay, so this bout of whatever not with standing, I've been really doing great. I've been eating healthier, slowly (excruciatingly slowly) losing weight, my check up was great, so what I've been considering is xxx (sorry, but this part is a secret unless it becomes a reality).
Him: That's a really bad idea. You have Fibromyalgia.
Me: Yeah, I know, but I'm feeling really good lately.
Him: That's because you take medicine. In order for your plan to work you'd have to stop taking most of the meds. Then you'll feel awful.
Me: No I won't. Because I'm being healthy.
Him: Yes. You will. My answer is no.
Me: Okay, so this isn't going the way I thought it would and you aren't giving me the answer I want so I'm just going to keep talking until I've coerced you...
Him: I'm not going to change my mind.
Me: But it's not like this will cause any lasting damage or be fatal.
Him: There's no way to predict that. And that's why the answer is no.
Me: Hmm. Well, let's say that hypothetically I do this against your better judgment, how would one go about cutting down my medication? I know you can't just stop cold turkey.
Him: Stop taking this, this, and this, and cut this down to half. The call the office when you can't take the pain and we'll put you back on the meds.
Me: Oh, Ye of very little faith. I think you're seriously underestimating my stubbornness and pain threshold.
Him: We'll see.
And that is how my doctor became an unwilling accomplice in what he seems to think is my craziest idea yet. Later, I relayed the news to Mike.
Me: So, Dr. L is so not on board with this idea.
Mike: I'm not sure why you thought he would be.
Me: Well I'm not giving up yet.
Mike: Of course you aren't. Because you are one of the most stubborn people I know.
Me: Hmph. Have you met your son, Sean?
Mike: Yes. Where do you think he gets it from?
Anyway, I decided to wait to cut down the meds until the grandkids go home to California, as they are a bit hard on my body. Then we'll see.
Also, apparently I can be allergic to every antibiotic they can prescribe as I broke out in a horrendous rash and had horrible stomach cramps from the one he gave me. Thank goodness the sinus gunk cleared up anyway. Now if I could get rid of the rash, I'd be a happy camper.
The moral of this story is, "I do what I want." It's kind of our family motto.
♥Stacey
The nurse takes all my vitals (down another two pounds since I saw him in April), blood pressure and heart rate good. Unfortunately, I've managed to catch a really bad cold/sinus gunk. The doctor enters.
Me: Ironically, I'd scheduled this appointment to convince you of how healthy I am, but now I have a cold...
Him: Stop talking.
Me: My niece came home from camp with a cold and then my grandson caught it...
Him: Seriously, stop talking!
At this point I notice that he's taking out and donning a surgical mask as though I was typhoid Mary. It should have been a clue, maybe, that this wasn't going to be my best visit ever.
Him: Any drainage? What color? Blah, blah, blah...
And he prescribes me an antibiotic.
Me: Okay, so this bout of whatever not with standing, I've been really doing great. I've been eating healthier, slowly (excruciatingly slowly) losing weight, my check up was great, so what I've been considering is xxx (sorry, but this part is a secret unless it becomes a reality).
Him: That's a really bad idea. You have Fibromyalgia.
Me: Yeah, I know, but I'm feeling really good lately.
Him: That's because you take medicine. In order for your plan to work you'd have to stop taking most of the meds. Then you'll feel awful.
Me: No I won't. Because I'm being healthy.
Him: Yes. You will. My answer is no.
Me: Okay, so this isn't going the way I thought it would and you aren't giving me the answer I want so I'm just going to keep talking until I've coerced you...
Him: I'm not going to change my mind.
Me: But it's not like this will cause any lasting damage or be fatal.
Him: There's no way to predict that. And that's why the answer is no.
Me: Hmm. Well, let's say that hypothetically I do this against your better judgment, how would one go about cutting down my medication? I know you can't just stop cold turkey.
Him: Stop taking this, this, and this, and cut this down to half. The call the office when you can't take the pain and we'll put you back on the meds.
Me: Oh, Ye of very little faith. I think you're seriously underestimating my stubbornness and pain threshold.
Him: We'll see.
And that is how my doctor became an unwilling accomplice in what he seems to think is my craziest idea yet. Later, I relayed the news to Mike.
Me: So, Dr. L is so not on board with this idea.
Mike: I'm not sure why you thought he would be.
Me: Well I'm not giving up yet.
Mike: Of course you aren't. Because you are one of the most stubborn people I know.
Me: Hmph. Have you met your son, Sean?
Mike: Yes. Where do you think he gets it from?
Anyway, I decided to wait to cut down the meds until the grandkids go home to California, as they are a bit hard on my body. Then we'll see.
Also, apparently I can be allergic to every antibiotic they can prescribe as I broke out in a horrendous rash and had horrible stomach cramps from the one he gave me. Thank goodness the sinus gunk cleared up anyway. Now if I could get rid of the rash, I'd be a happy camper.
The moral of this story is, "I do what I want." It's kind of our family motto.
♥Stacey
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