So, I did it. I made an appointment with my worthless, let's see who has the least busy schedule and can see Eliza today, doctor.
First, I want to re-up the medicine I formerly threw away as worthless for prevention of migraines. To be fair, I never took it as prescribed (because, you know, I think I'm smarter than my doctor)...never took the right dose, didn't take it long enough, etc. And...well, the thing that stops them in their tracks? They won't give me any more unless I come in.
And I've decided to stop monkeying around with people who don't remember me. I want a real doctor. Seriously. Do you know, I've been to this doctors office a dozen times, and each time I've seen a different member of the faculty? I don't know any of their names. They don't know me, or anything about me.
Two weeks. Two three day migraines, with a severe dissociative state, and vomiting, followed by...hm...how do I say this...you know how the weather is when it rains ducks for a few days and then the fourth day is sunny and warm but moist? Yeah, I'm frigging happy as a lark but not quite right in my own head.
I want a CAT scan. And an MRI. I want a real brain doctor, and not a multi purpose multi patient quack.
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