My first pdoc was a nightmare. She was never once less than 2 hrs late for an appointment. Then we didn't have a great connection because she was really reserved and would just sit there and stare at me, if I wasn't talking (made me feel like a clinical specimen.) Then she started disappearing and not taking appointments, I had to get her to call in a meds refil for me, and she did - only it was for the wrong dose. Then when she did call in the refil at the right dose, she put 12 months worth of repeats on it, which I took as a sign that she really didn't want to see me. Thank god I had my T to keep me sane. Turns out the woman was really sick but wouldn't admit it. She should have closed her practice and referred her patients to other pdocs. Instead she just kept getting farther in over her head. She finally saw me again after 11 months, and that was basically for me to tell her I'd gotten a referal to another pdoc, who is great and who I've been with ever since.
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"I danced in the morning when the world was begun. I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun". From my favourite hymn.
"If you see the wonder in a fairy tale, you can take the future even if you fail." Abba
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