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My new pdoc, the one who took over when my wonderful pdoc left the clinic, is an effing beeyoch. She wants me to be med compliant, but makes it SO hard to get meds refilled. And she doesn't allow me to listen to my own mind and body. The supreme joke of it all in that she's young enough to be my daughter. She treats me like I'm a 20 year old felon trying to score street drugs. If I could go outside the clinic for a different pdoc without losing my therapist I so would. This anxiety is tripled by that woman.
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