YOU
KNOW YOU’RE OLD WHEN YOU EFFECTIVELY TELL YOUR DOCTOR TO GO SCREW HIMSELF
My recent few days have been dedicated to the issue
of over prescribing by Dr.’s of psychotropic medications, and medications in
general. At this moment I am indulging in my first dose of such; caffeine.
Dr.
David Healy: “Our citizens would be far better off if we removed all the
psychotropic drugs from the market, as doctors are unable to handle them. It is
inescapable that their availability creates more harm than good. Psychiatrists
should therefore do everything they can to treat as little as possible, in as
short time as possible, or not at all, with psychotropic drugs.”
So, I was right primed for my own Dr.’s appointment
today.
I needed a renewal on my Armour Thyroid pill. This
is an ‘all natural,’ no chemical treatment for hypothyroid issues. [I have
refused to take the chemicals like Synthroid, pushed by big Pharma. Dosage is
notoriously unreliable.]
The medical office is in Hull / Nantasket Beach.
Meemz and I walked the beach and then drove to the
office early as I had received a call saying that I could just walk in for
blood work. My actual appointment to see
the Dr. was at 11:30. We arrived at 10:45 in order to get the blood work
completed before the appointment. The
receptionist said I wasn’t scheduled for blood work; scheduling is only done by
the Dr. after the appointment.
Ahhsooo!
Meemz and I
toured the area killing time; after she also STRAIGTENED SEVERAL WEEKS of her
own issues out with the receptionist.
Meemz waited in the car while I returned inside. She has to leave home for her afternoon
school bus route by 1:15. I told her
that I would be out by 12:00 no matter what. The very nice but minimal English
speaking girl eventually showed me to a fully enclosed cubicle that was 90 degrees
in temperature with no ventilation. I had to ask her to repeat the questions
too many times. “The Dr. will be right in.”
I stripped down to my tee shirt and flung open the
window. And listened to the assigned Dr. in the next cube talking away like it
was old home day.
After 30 minutes I stepped out to the desk and asked
the time and explained I couldn’t wait much longer due to the school bus issue.
“Oh, he will be right in.” Ten minutes later I picked up my clothing, book and
water and had my hand on the door ready to leave when I could hear him opening
the door to the next cubicle.
SHIT,
missed my opportunity to escape.
He walked in and I was standing facing him ready to
bolt. This is where age is such a great thing. One has learned Doctors and
Lawyers are not God’s. I kept my semi aggressive attitude, determined he was
not going to lull me into useless conversation.
‘Listen
Doc, just give me the fucking prescription …’
“You are here why?”
“Prescription refill”
“Armour Thyroid; that is an antique med. Didn’t know
they made it any more. ‘Wassa matta wid the chemicals bitch’.
“Do not like drugs.
Fine with the Armour,” I snapped. “My partner is waiting outside and has
to be to her school bus.”
‘Let’s
get this show on the road doc; stop fucking around and making believe.’
“Oh, you quit smoking in 76?
‘Listen,
I said no damn small talk’, I thought while not responding.
“What about adding a cholesterol to your blood work?”
“Cholesterol is fine, I don’t eat meat and eat lots
of leafy greens.”
“And I don’t
suppose you’re interested in a colonoscopy?”
“That’s right. I’ll let you know if I have any
problems.”
“Well your blood pressure looks a little high let’s
take it again. Nope looks okay.”
These
parma puppets are dying to start me on BP meds.
“I expect to throw out the Armour when I finish
losing 35 pounds.” I mistakenly told him.
“Ah I see you have never up’ed your dosage. Might
make you lose weight easier.”
“I’m all set there buddy.”
“Well, let me get you a lab schedule.”
“No need, got it cataloged up here sonny.”
Guy was my age, semi-retired, bored to death (assumption).
“Nice to meet you,” he called as I was flying down
the hall.
When I got in the car I told Meemz my story. She was
about ready to come in a get me.
Best time ever. Howled with laughter all the way
home. He will have something to tell his
wife over dinner.
Never did get the blood work done. The pharmacy just
called to say my prescription was ready anyway.
The connection, the brainwashing, of Doctors and prosecutors can be explained in a very lineal composition. I shall work on that next I think.
Start my master's in Public Policy on Sat. Focus on Government and Law.
