Divorcing my Doctor!
After several years, I've come to the inescapable conclusion that I hate my doctor and can no longer continue to give them my business. It was fine when it was just a co-pay and an annual physical, but I think I'm going to have to be seeing a lot more of a physician. I usually just need to go once a year for a physical, but I've had to go multiple times this year, and I realized the same thing that I've noticed for several years: I do not like her because I don't think she pays attention and does not listen.
It would seem that my family predisposition to high blood pressure has asserted itself post-partum. I only found this out because I tried to get my prescription renewed for my migraines, and they took my blood pressure, which was sky high. I'm talking if this kind of pressure continues, it's medication for my sorry ass.
I usually have pretty low blood pressure. As worked up as I can appear to be about a lot of stuff, it very rarely affects my blood pressure because I'm usually pretty laid back about most things.
I suffered from migraines and went back the other day to get a prescription for medication, just in case I get one. I came pretty close the other day and I'm usually pretty miserable. I get there and the nurse asks about medication, etc, and I tell her that I am on something new for my tendinitis. She writes it down and takes my BP, which is 131/100. I'm usually a 98/60 kinda girl, so even my eyes bugged out when she said the number.
Doc comes in and says that she won't be giving me the prescription. Did you get diagnosed with migraines by a neurologist, she asks? No, I respond, it was actually your office. I've been receiving the prescriptions since 2001. You know, since the time you refused to see me without an appointment even though I'd been in pain for 6 days and you made me go to the ER? Yep, since then.
Now she wants me to go see a neurologist. I'm fine with that, but please acquaint yourself with my chart before coming in to see me, thanks very much. Then we start to discuss my blood pressure and she asks me if I'd eaten a bunch of salt or what could be causing it. I look at her funny because clearly she hadn't read the notation the nurse had just made. I sarcastically ask her if it could possibly be because of the new medication and she seemed puzzled. That was when she finally looked at my chart. I wanted to throw something at her head.
Anyways, she hadn't prescribed the new meds so she asked me to call the doctor who had and ask him how to proceed. That was the moment I decided that was the last time I was ever setting foot in that office.
I did call and the LNP I spoke to there told me to hold off for 48 hours and take my BP again. It's gone down some, so it might have been the medication, but the FDA's site doesn't indicate that elevated blood pressure is the cause, so I conducted some experiments to figure it out, and turns out... I have no idea why my blood pressure is high. I have some suspicions, but that's another blog post.
I hate incompetent people. I realize that my doc might be overworked and not have enough help, but so was my OB and I never felt like this around him. Don't they teach bedside manner in medical school anymore?
It would seem that my family predisposition to high blood pressure has asserted itself post-partum. I only found this out because I tried to get my prescription renewed for my migraines, and they took my blood pressure, which was sky high. I'm talking if this kind of pressure continues, it's medication for my sorry ass.
I usually have pretty low blood pressure. As worked up as I can appear to be about a lot of stuff, it very rarely affects my blood pressure because I'm usually pretty laid back about most things.
I suffered from migraines and went back the other day to get a prescription for medication, just in case I get one. I came pretty close the other day and I'm usually pretty miserable. I get there and the nurse asks about medication, etc, and I tell her that I am on something new for my tendinitis. She writes it down and takes my BP, which is 131/100. I'm usually a 98/60 kinda girl, so even my eyes bugged out when she said the number.
Doc comes in and says that she won't be giving me the prescription. Did you get diagnosed with migraines by a neurologist, she asks? No, I respond, it was actually your office. I've been receiving the prescriptions since 2001. You know, since the time you refused to see me without an appointment even though I'd been in pain for 6 days and you made me go to the ER? Yep, since then.
Now she wants me to go see a neurologist. I'm fine with that, but please acquaint yourself with my chart before coming in to see me, thanks very much. Then we start to discuss my blood pressure and she asks me if I'd eaten a bunch of salt or what could be causing it. I look at her funny because clearly she hadn't read the notation the nurse had just made. I sarcastically ask her if it could possibly be because of the new medication and she seemed puzzled. That was when she finally looked at my chart. I wanted to throw something at her head.
Anyways, she hadn't prescribed the new meds so she asked me to call the doctor who had and ask him how to proceed. That was the moment I decided that was the last time I was ever setting foot in that office.
I did call and the LNP I spoke to there told me to hold off for 48 hours and take my BP again. It's gone down some, so it might have been the medication, but the FDA's site doesn't indicate that elevated blood pressure is the cause, so I conducted some experiments to figure it out, and turns out... I have no idea why my blood pressure is high. I have some suspicions, but that's another blog post.
I hate incompetent people. I realize that my doc might be overworked and not have enough help, but so was my OB and I never felt like this around him. Don't they teach bedside manner in medical school anymore?