I finally went and saw a Family Doctor for the first time in years. She’s the first I’ve had since I moved back to the Twin Cities from Fargoa few years ago. I was a little annoyed that Medica assigned me a primary physican, but I figured I’d schedule an appointment and give her a chance. She’s awesome. Very personable and friendly.
I scheduled the appointment to get a couple moles checked (she wasn’t worried about them), and to get some EMLA cream to help with laser facial hair removal. She gave me the prescription for it, so I’m happy about that.
As long as I was there, I asked about getting a new med for anxiety and about getting my Cymbalta dose increased. I guess I’m on the max dose of Cymbalta already, and she said she wasn’t going to mess with my psych meds. I’m gonna have to see my psychiatrist about those. I figured she would say that.
She asked a bunch of questions about my history, so now she knows how much of a basketcase I am. She didn’t seem all that put off by it, which is good b/c I would probably be uncomfortable with any future appointments.
She found out that I have a history of cutting, and I’m on a stay of committment. She asked me for my social worker’s name and number. I asked her why…”so you can tell on me?” She said no, but if I went in here with a huge gash that she had to sew up, she would have to say something.
Fantastic. Someone else in the mix that is watching everything I do. I still really like her though.