The Neurologist (or, "Just when I thought that I was out ... they pull me back in")
Remember last December 16? Spartacus was dead. May Spartacus hang long on the cross at her leisure instead of visiting doctors. Well, Spartacus was called down from the cross.
The nurse told me, "To stay on the trial" [read: duck the $4K a month price tag] "you need to make [the trial doctor] your neurologist, and that means you have to come in for a 'new patient' appointment."
So, today I had ANOTHER neurological exam. Ran directly into a wall this time. And now I find myself with two main neurologists, because I still like my other one. I'll have my new prescribing physician and my old exacerbation physician.
The Dentist (or, "Just when I thought it was in ... I pull it back out")
A few years ago I lost a crown in a bit of chewy brownie. Somehow, by the end of that day the dentist had not only glued on the crown, but had cleaned my teeth and "cleaned my gums." A gum "cleaning" is a gum "scraping" when the dentist isn't dealing with a teary baby.
This time a salted caramel took out the same crown (now tucked a a lovely embroidered hankie in my purse). I don't want to have dentist above glue it back on. I have fouled the nest, as Mom would say. I have burst into tears at least five times at that dentist. I have sobbed and raved and they think I'm crazy. (Oh, and they think they can sneak an expensive gum "cleaning" past me.)
That's why I made an appointment with Friend #3's dentist to glue the crown back on tomorrow. Yet, I haven't turned my back on the old dentist. She always handed me Kleenex all the times I cried. I'm sure it never bothered her, only me. Here's what it boils down to: I'm ashamed.
So, two doctors, two dentists. Bring em on! I can take on two gynecologists too.