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Here’s to a Clear Head

My son, J, is sound asleep in bed and I’m bored.  I’ve cleaned the front of the house and am now ready to make some noise in the back, but I can’t.  Normally, I would be delighted to hide and quietly sleep my day away, but today for some reason, I’m wide awake, clearheaded and ready to act alive.  What’s up with that?

I’ve been on a downer for some months now, barely able to keep myself afloat to work, eat and sleep.  This week during my vacation, I dragged myself through some long-overdue shopping, cooking and cleaning.  All of this was more my dear mother’s accomplishment than mine due to the fact that she spent much time at my side helping, cheering me on and giving me a push when I got sluggish.  Rather than taking this time to frolic, play and rest, I needed a vacation to catch up with life–to complete chores that had been building up for many months while I slept through all my days off.

Yesterday, I sent a desperate plea to my precious doctor.   During my past several appointments, I’ve whined about a generalized depression, but unsure if the clouds in my head were situational or chemical the doc has been hesitant to hand out more pills.   Just lately, however, my brain has felt raging and restless.  I haven’t been able to sleep but I haven’t wanted to do anything either.  Miserable.  Long story short, I added a new drug to my regimen, started the first dose last night.

Volatile as my moods can be, I’m always hesitant to ascribe benefits to a new drug until I ride it out for a few months.  Nonetheless, I’m in a good mood today.  I have energy and I want to use it.  Get up, son, get up! I want to play!

Doctor’s Office Blues

We’ve all experienced it, that punched-in-the-gut feeling you get when you’ve been betrayed or when someone or some situation hurts you deeply.  It’s like a sickening cloud that moves back and forth between your head and your stomach and you can’t escape it.  One of those clouds is threatening to control me at this very moment.

I have a very close relationship with my doctor.  He’s seen me through many of life’s ups and downs, and he’s one of the sweetest, kindest men I know.  My access to his care and advice is only a phone call or an e-mail away any time of the day or night thanks to a paid membership in a concierge medical program, which I pay in addition to my health insurance.   Although the extra fee is a struggle sometimes, we all enjoy the benefits of this membership.

Conversely, my relationship with my doctor’s staff–nurses, medical assistants, office manager, etc.–and the service that I receive from them has been much less than could be expected.  Many times over the past several years, messages I have left for the doc have not been delivered, prescriptions have not been sent to pharmacies in a timely manner, and referrals for procedures have taken longer than they should.  With my membership, I am entitled to same day and next day appointments with the doctor, if necessary, but his staff has tried to put me off many times, even when the doctor has personally told me to tell them to get me in a certain day and time. Continue reading Doctor’s Office Blues