Yesterday I had my appointment with my Rheumy, Dr. Baby Face. It went surprisingly well! There may be a few new muscle glitches here and there, but we’re sticking with the Plaquenil, since it can take up to six months to reach its full therapeutic levels, (I am SO not a patient woman! *sigh*)
|So what do ya think?|
Does it "fit" me in its
jumbled border-line chaos?
Then I was forced to fess up to referring to him as “Baby Face.” The awesomely COOL part was he thought it was funny! WHEW! What a load off my mind! After all, I REALLY don’t wanna tick off the Rheumy of my dreams. Somehow, that just seems like bad juju.
After the resident Vampire had drawn a light snack of three or four vials ( I don’t even bother counting anymore.) hubby and I were on our way back home, talking and laughing and just generally in a good mood.
About 15 minutes into the ride was when it hit me just what I’d done…Holy monkey toes with bad pedicures! I’d just handed Baby Face the address…to THIS!!! I mean, think about it. Could this have been a worse week for him to “meet” the real me?
He can read a love letter to my couch, all about my unhappiness with the design and function of my Mommy-pouch, and let’s not forget the wonderful “Pet my monkey,” and, “Who wants a whole bucket of chicken penises?” Not to mention it would appear I’m encouraging people to Whack-A-Troll in grocery stores across the world!
A STELLAR week to pass out links to the wonder that is my mind! *falls over in a mixed fit of laughter and groans*
In a rare moment of seriousness, I did manage to correct a VERY BAD error on my behalf. You see, I had never informed him that I’m bipolar and not exactly on meds. This was a personal choice I made that honestly, broke my own Doc Patient Terms of Partnership Agreement. I was not 100% honest with him.
“Why!?!” you ask? One reason, pure and simple. Fear. (The very first Neurologist I saw informed me I probably had a pinched nerve in my shoulder and possibly compressed nerves in my feet from work and everything else was in my head. I didn’t need a Neuro, I needed a Shrink.)
The truth is, so many meds used to treat chronic illnesses have “other” uses and can effect mental glitches in either positive or negative ways. I was responsible enough that every time I was prescribed a new med, I would research not only the standard uses, possible side effects, and possible interactions, but I’d also research the heck-y out of any possible problems with bipolar glitches.
But that was only being “responsible” in my “irresponsible” behavior. So yesterday amidst a flurry of apologies, I came clean about that as well.
Can I just say, he was cool as all get-out about it? He was even understanding! (YAY Doc!)
So today I have a two part question for you guys…Part 1: Are you 100% honest with your Docs about things like mental glitches? (If you have one. I do understand not everyone is as glitchy as I am. Just sayin’ *grin*) Do you believe it’s a piece of the puzzle needed to fully treat your health condition or are you worried that symptoms will be attributed to your mental state and dismissed?
|Yes, that's The Girl|
attempting to pretend she's
NOT in the picture!