*cross posted from another blog*
This week has been a little rough for me.
Yesterday I had my physical with my primary doctor. My appointment was at 9:40 and I didn't even see her until 12. It took three hours total, one hour with a nurse (who was nice about the situation and very helpful, and even complimented my boobs lol) one hour waiting, and one hour with my stupid doctor.
I can't explain to you how rude, impatient, and aloof my doctor was. I was there to have 13 pages of paperwork filled out to get approved to move to Germany, and to ask her for xanax to temporarily help a temporary stress issue. I'm stressing over the move, which happens in two months. Moving from the USA to Germany is a very stressful thing for ANYONE, right? So after waiting for hours, she walks in and the first thing I say is "I'm here to be screened, and to ask for medication." So she goes through all the paperwork first. She even tried to say that I have "Adjustment Based Anxiety that causes my Generalized Anxiety." Um no, three doctors have told me I have Generalized Anxiety. I happen to just deal with it and only need help for big things like my husband deploying or moving to a new country. The paperwork took forever and she would repeat questions over and over because she was so annoyed at all the paperwork that she wouldn't listen to me.
I understand that she's busy, but I can't help that I need to be screened and approved. It is not my choice, and I don't like it. There's no reason for her to treat me like I'm some needy little girl because she doesn't want to do her job. If you don't want to deal with military paperwork, don't accept TriCare. So she finishes the paperwork, and then I remind her that I wanted medication. She begs and whines to give me an SSRI. The last THREE SSRIs I've been on have worked backwords and taken me from stressed to extremely depressed. I keep telling her no, no, no. Her excuse was "Well, xanax is a bandaid. It's not a cure, it's a temporary fix." Ok? Moving is a TEMPORARY problem. I have a scrape knee, not a broken leg. I need a bandaid, not a cast. My medical history has shown that I have been prescribed xanax with success and never had an issue. I have no record of substance abuse, and I'm diagnosed with a stress problem. I am still super upset that my own doctor won't listen to me and give me what I know works for me. I wanted something to take when times get tough, instead of zombifying myself the entire move. I want to feel sad sometimes, and happy. It's ok to cry because I'm moving SO FAR from my home, my friends, and my family.
The worst part? Because she gave me an SSRI, she had to re-do the paperwork completely. She bitched about it so much. But the army will now have paperwork saying I'm using an SSRI, so I almost have to use it because if I don't it could cause even MORE problems to get approved to move. She already recommended that I see a therapist weekly for 6 months after I move. It TOTALLY fucks up my vacation plans for leave. No vacations longer than 7 days. So I'm stuck attempting a drug that I know won't work, and I have to see a therapist because "moving to a new culture can be stressful." Ok then.
And now I have to rehome my 5 month old mini schnauzer King Henrik. I can't afford to move both because of my apartment losing my rent check, and the lack of time to get him his shots and microchip. This little boy is the only one of my two dogs who gives me kisses, who can't be without me, and loves to cuddle me. He's become my corgi's best friend. I looked forward to keeping him forever and ever.
I'm sorry to go off and whine like this, but I keep trying to keep my head up and it's getting harder and harder everyday. I am struggling to keep my diet and workout every day, but the past three days have been so hard on me. Thankfully my inlaws are visiting this weekend, which means a good excuse to eat out and just relax with them.
I hope everyone is having a better week than me.
xox
This week has been a little rough for me.
Yesterday I had my physical with my primary doctor. My appointment was at 9:40 and I didn't even see her until 12. It took three hours total, one hour with a nurse (who was nice about the situation and very helpful, and even complimented my boobs lol) one hour waiting, and one hour with my stupid doctor.
I can't explain to you how rude, impatient, and aloof my doctor was. I was there to have 13 pages of paperwork filled out to get approved to move to Germany, and to ask her for xanax to temporarily help a temporary stress issue. I'm stressing over the move, which happens in two months. Moving from the USA to Germany is a very stressful thing for ANYONE, right? So after waiting for hours, she walks in and the first thing I say is "I'm here to be screened, and to ask for medication." So she goes through all the paperwork first. She even tried to say that I have "Adjustment Based Anxiety that causes my Generalized Anxiety." Um no, three doctors have told me I have Generalized Anxiety. I happen to just deal with it and only need help for big things like my husband deploying or moving to a new country. The paperwork took forever and she would repeat questions over and over because she was so annoyed at all the paperwork that she wouldn't listen to me.
I understand that she's busy, but I can't help that I need to be screened and approved. It is not my choice, and I don't like it. There's no reason for her to treat me like I'm some needy little girl because she doesn't want to do her job. If you don't want to deal with military paperwork, don't accept TriCare. So she finishes the paperwork, and then I remind her that I wanted medication. She begs and whines to give me an SSRI. The last THREE SSRIs I've been on have worked backwords and taken me from stressed to extremely depressed. I keep telling her no, no, no. Her excuse was "Well, xanax is a bandaid. It's not a cure, it's a temporary fix." Ok? Moving is a TEMPORARY problem. I have a scrape knee, not a broken leg. I need a bandaid, not a cast. My medical history has shown that I have been prescribed xanax with success and never had an issue. I have no record of substance abuse, and I'm diagnosed with a stress problem. I am still super upset that my own doctor won't listen to me and give me what I know works for me. I wanted something to take when times get tough, instead of zombifying myself the entire move. I want to feel sad sometimes, and happy. It's ok to cry because I'm moving SO FAR from my home, my friends, and my family.
The worst part? Because she gave me an SSRI, she had to re-do the paperwork completely. She bitched about it so much. But the army will now have paperwork saying I'm using an SSRI, so I almost have to use it because if I don't it could cause even MORE problems to get approved to move. She already recommended that I see a therapist weekly for 6 months after I move. It TOTALLY fucks up my vacation plans for leave. No vacations longer than 7 days. So I'm stuck attempting a drug that I know won't work, and I have to see a therapist because "moving to a new culture can be stressful." Ok then.
And now I have to rehome my 5 month old mini schnauzer King Henrik. I can't afford to move both because of my apartment losing my rent check, and the lack of time to get him his shots and microchip. This little boy is the only one of my two dogs who gives me kisses, who can't be without me, and loves to cuddle me. He's become my corgi's best friend. I looked forward to keeping him forever and ever.
I'm sorry to go off and whine like this, but I keep trying to keep my head up and it's getting harder and harder everyday. I am struggling to keep my diet and workout every day, but the past three days have been so hard on me. Thankfully my inlaws are visiting this weekend, which means a good excuse to eat out and just relax with them.
I hope everyone is having a better week than me.
xox
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el_diablo_blanco:
Fuck. Detroit has won every game I've gone to this year, except the pre-season game against Toronto. I've got Buffalo, New Jersey and Washington left in the package. I hope at least one of them can pull it off.
_beans_:
Yeah we went though this when moving to Japan. You know you can see a civilian doctor though, right? I mean- before you move to Germany. Sorry the military medicine sucks