More of a vent… because I just got off the phone with my doctor’s office and it seems that my doctor (nurse practitioner actually) is no longer with the group that she was with. Like, that’s my favorite medical person! And I didn’t get a notification that she was leaving or anything. I’m not gonna go through the trouble of finding her again. So I spent a few minutes on the phone with the nice and helpful lady getting hooked up with a different doctor (actual doctor) who’s next appointment is a month out. Grrr.
Anyway, the reason why I wanted to make an appointment with my NP is that I wanted to talk to her about the GYN she referred me to. Like, I totally got some weird vibes off of that woman. It was an e-visit for Hormone Replacement Therapy and in the hour we spoke, she spent most of it trying to convince me that HRT was the right thing to do. Even when I was all, “Look, you don’t need to convince me, I already said I would try it.” She went on and on about how great it was and kept quoting studies about it. Like she spent almost 3/4 of the meeting rambling about studies and what a great thing HRT is. I figured she was just padding out the meeting to get her money. It’s a thing I guess. But the icing on the cake was when I downloaded the after appointment document and it was full of the same rhetoric. Like WTF, lady? Calm the fuck down. I knew then that she and I are not gonna be a good fit. So I wanted to talk to my NP and see about getting a different referral.
Plus, my NP was supposed to prescribe me something for my IBS-C because the only thing that’s worked was the Prevacid. Now I know why she didn’t prescribe it. I’ve been taking some OTC stuff that kinda, sorta works, but the prescription Prevacid really knocks the pain in my side out. Yeah, it’s got long term side effects, but you know what, dear reader? I’m okay with that if it gets rid of the pain right now. I’ll tell you that for nuthin’.
Speaking of medicines. I realized last night that with my current medicine regime, I’m kind of doing a involuntary intermittent fasting — like the 8:16 variety. See, I take the meds for the IBS-C in the morning and can’t eat for about an hour after that. That means I don’t eat until after 8-ish. And since I take my bipolar meds around 6 o’clock in the evening (18:00 for those not in the USA). I stop eating by around 4-5 o’clock because if I eat anything with the Seroquel, it will knock my happy ass out for the night, and 6 0’clock is way too early to go to bed. I have to take my psych meds at around 6 o’clock because I’m taking my thyroid meds when I go to bed, and I need to take them on an empty stomach and 4 hours after I take any other medication. I go to bed at 10 o’clock (22:00 for the rest of the world). That means I’m eating all of my food between 8 o’clock in the morning and 4 o’clock in the afternoon, and that’s a form of intermittent fasting. Can’t say as I’ve lost any weight doing this, the first two weeks I ate a lot because I was way hungry in the morning. But my appetite has calmed down, and I am eating reasonably again, so we’ll see.
Anyway, I just needed to vent about the whole doctor thing. The IF thing was a digression. Randomness is one of the main themes of this blog, for those that don’t know. ^_^ It’s kind of a thing around here. Ain’t no one coming to Desert Musing for consistency, that’s fersure.