They told me at the ER that I had to get a family doctor, something I’ve been putting off because it’s expensive and there’s a lot of paperwork to deal with. So this morning I went to see a guy who pretty much nodded his head and said, “I understand” no matter what I said (I don’t believe he did – understand, I mean) and wrote me a gazillion scripts I have no intention of filling.
I already told him that. I said I wasn’t interested in taking statins or anything for high blood pressure — blood pressure that’s spiked by the ER visits and lack of sleep. Once I lost weight, my blood pressure reverted to its normal low status. It’s high right now from being sick and the lack of sleep.
There were a couple of other things, too. But basically, I wasn’t thrilled. It’s nice when you have a doctor you can trust, but this guy doesn’t strike me as one of those. The big plus in his favor? He’s right down the street.