Apparently, this cursory whammy was worth my two hours on the bus and the pain of walking around to and from. Thanks a fuckin' load, doc. Oh, and as a side note, the first thing he thought of for my mental thing was something with a side effect of weight gain; gee, maybe not a good idea, ya think?
I go back in a month to follow up, and if I don't get taken seriously any more than this, I'm changing doctors. This is bullshit. I'm not arguing with the notion that I need to drop some pounds, that's quite true...but I don't think that accounts for the increase lately in my pain, nor does it help me get around. As for my hands, the injuries were at the end of January, I'd like to think they've healed what they're gonna heal. As for the drugs...well, fuck. You know, I don't WANT to be on meds, but if they help, I guess it's worth a shot.
Frankly, this whole debacle has got me in a bad mood, now. I talked to Dianna about it, and finally decided to go ahead and give the meds a try for the month, and when I go back for the follow-up, she's going with me, and we're going to push again on the joint pain. If we still don't feel like he's taking it all seriously or something, then I'm changing doctors.
