I just got back from an appointment with my Arizona psychiatrist, who is AWESOME. I’ve been to her in the past, and I just love her. She knows exactly what I’m going through. She doesn’t ask stupid questions or make stupid suggestions or ho-hum around like she doesn’t know what to say. She’s just like, “Here is what’s going on with your brain and with your body. Here is what you need to take. Here is how often you need to take it. Here are your prescriptions. Now go to the pharmacy.” The whole thing took fifteen minutes.
It was just so nice to get an explanation that made sense to me, and get some med suggestions that made sense to me, and she wrote me a prescription to take the edge off of the intense anxiety. But she didn’t roll her eyes when I was like, “I’m concerned about getting addicted to the anti-anxiety meds.” So many doctors don’t seem to care about that shit. They’re just like, “Whatever, just don’t be dumb about it.” Hello?? No one gets addicted to these things on purpose. But this doctor was like, “I totally understand, and I’m only going to write you a small amount, and you’ll have very specific dosing times, and it’s just enough to get you through this tough period. No more no less.”
I am feeling SO much better about everything right now. A good doctor makes all the difference. It’s, like, a lot of people have M.D.s, but some of them are just so stupid about medicine and especially about people. It just makes everything 100 times better to talk to someone who is listening to what you’re saying and knows how to help. Phew.
