Remember, Tommy went to her first for diabetes. My appointment was set for later even though I got both of them for us. She did not like me telling her about Tommy's low blood sugar episodes when he had no idea what he was doing. He could not tell her anything.
Today, she looked at me, then Tommy, when she came in. She held up her hand to me and said she wanted to see how Tommy was doing. So, he got a portion of my time. I don't care, but I doubt she would give me any of his appointment. She told the nurse to put his monitor on him last time. Today, she handed me mine and told me to put it on at home.
She told me the pain I felt when she squeezed my knee and throat was 'just fibromyalgia" that I have. No respect for pain? That is not the point of the fibromyalgia diagnosis!
Tommy said it was harsh when she told me was going to get me a telehealth appointment because it 'was too much trouble coming down to get me and push me around the office.' I was crushed.
She said my tongue was not swollen when I bite it all the time lately and cannot pronounce words correctly. She said swollen tongue was not part of Hashimoto's. She said the Hashimoto's was nothing. It is getting a lump on one side from my biting it! Sometimes, I awake and have to push my tongue into my mouth before I can close my mouth.
She told me to take Ozempic. I said "no," and she told me I needed to lose weight. This is just after I had told her I had lost five pounds. There was no "GREAT:" She did not ask how I did it or encourage my own initiative. Then, she gave me Mounjaro and said, like she was my mother, and I was five, "I want you to take this." I won't but did not tell her so. She knew!
She told me she wanted blood. I said everyone, most everyone, could not get blood from me and raked the needle around. She said flatly to me, "You have to cooperate." When she left I gave my veins a talking to. No, the nurse could not get blood! This lack of blood has been going on for over fifty years, and is no fault of my own!
I will never go back and neither will Tommy. I told her some nurses rake the needle around and just bruise me, so I hoped the person did not do this. She gave me a flat look and said, "You need to cooperate." After she was gone, I gave my veins a talk and told them to cooperate, Tommy said that was harsh for her to say that. He said he was surprised to hear a doctor say that. I will not go back and neither will Tommy. He agrees.
I did ask the nurse to put on the monitor. Less than 20 minutes later, the receiver said the monitor needed to be replaced. We were well away from the doctor's office. Well, I don't have another one, contacted the nurse and have not heard a thing.
She demanded to know how much Victoza I took. My answer--second mark. She knew the numbers but kept trying to make me say what she wanted to hear. Witch
The people in this office are gems, except for the doctor. She may weigh 100 pounds, and probably sees weight gain as a moral failing.
We forgot to return the UPS package again.
We went to Farmer's market and got tomatoes. At Publix, I got grapes cheap, Planter's Peanuts bogo, bag of salad greens, and something else.
The car lot is a separate story--tomorrow.
I felt attacked the whole time with the doctor! I asked Tommy if I did anything to receive this treatment. He said, "NO." He would tell me.
If you want to blame the interaction on me, your comment will not be published. Tommy will moderate. I am too wounded and bruised to see it.
Mower has offered to sell my car. It will stay at my house, and he will bring people here. He said he just wants to help and wants nothing. Great. But, he will get something from me. Best news today.
Dinner was ham, tomato (lots), and grapes. Tommy had more ham, salad.
When we picked up food for the five girls, a woman was talking to us. She was a volunteer. She was hot about the weather and her treatment. The police would not keep order, letting people break in line. They messed up the order by telling people in cars the wrong way to go. She was furious because the volunteers sitting in the shade had drunk all the water for volunteers.
She was on a rant. She said--I don't come out here because God told me to come. I am here because these people need food. I am trying to help. Tommy had heard this and put a bottle of water in the freezer but left it at home. She carries a clipboard and pen, so I thought she needed a water bottle holder. I bought two for $8 or something close. The dark pink is for me.
It has an outside pocket for a phone or whatever. I will get some sort of crackers or candy bar to put in it along with the frozen bottle of water. She asked for it to be frozen. She doesn't know I am bringing the holder.
Have you ever had a doctor be so unfeeling, rude, annoying as this one was today? Now, I just need to get my veins to cooperate. I lay in the hospital in 1968 with 106F temperature. The nurses did not follow the doctor's orders and put an IV into my arm. He came in cursing and throwing things and put the IV in my arm himself. He was also a friend and church member and there is no fault I place with him. Don't go there. He was just so upset. And, they could not get an IV in my arm as I lay there for two hours, cooperating completely. More than 50 years this has been going on with my veins.
I am tired and more than that--drained.
