I am bipolar
certified. I haven't really blown my top in quite a while (thanks to the ativan, since replaced with klonopin), and I can usually roll with it, but the last time I saw the old doc, he completely went in another direction to a lab test he could point to. I held it together and started working on another plan.
But, I've been to this clinic 7 times now and have yet to get an xray done. I mean, really? My appointment isn't until 10/8, so if I get it out of my system now, it'll be better. I'm hoping, since I still see the other guy on the website, that I was handed to this more experienced guy because he maybe knows how to put his pants on right. Probably the most I'll do is ask for a referral if he can't or won't do anything for me.
See, my problem is, I'm not afraid of doctors, much less residents. I've worked in hospitals. It's sort of been the family business. I have no "white coat" syndrome. I once had to hip check a doctor out of the way because he had his hands in his pockets, just watching everyone else work a cardiac arrest, while no one was doing respirations. I moved him, grabbed the ambu-bag, and the doc was about
to start yelling at me, until he saw what I was doing and just left the ER. The doctor that was doing chest compressions said that if "idiot-boy" (his quote) tried to write me up, everyone else in the room would back me.
Idiot boy was a pain specialist last I heard about
him about
10 years ago. I saw his billboard on the interstate. Couldn't believe he still had a license, much less a practice.