So I went to visit my new PCP today, and what an experience that turned out to be! I have never seen such a place. It was more like a legal drug dispensary? I don’t know how else to describe it. I went in, and had to wait forever, and then was instructed that I could not see the doctor without consenting to a urine drug test. I told them fine by me, but they would find in my system at least a couple of restricted substances that were prescribed to me and taken as written. They said fine, and I peed in their cup, which was apparently sent away for testing and will be returned some time within two weeks. Then they put me in the room (with the 2 youngest kids) where there was, of all things, a DENTIST chair. Yes. I said, “Hmm, interesting” and sat in one of the regular chairs in the room. The nurse explained that the doctor just bought said dentist chair because he hopes to get into teeth whitening. Uh… okay? He is actually a doctor, right?
Well, after three hours and an exam that basically consisted only of said “doctor” listening to my lungs, I was offered a script for my antidepressants for today, and told that I’ll have to return in two weeks for my pain killers to ensure my drug test is clean and to get the records from my other docs to make sure I’m not double-dipping. Awesome? It took three hours for this, and he will only write scripts for a month at a time (last PCP was 3 months but laws may be different in WV for all I know), so once per month I have to go sit for half the day just to have pain relief. It is a sucky system indeed that we have here. I can see the need for it, but when you are so sick as I often am, you just do not feel like jumping through the hoops. If there were not kids here who depended on me, I’d probably rather lie in bed and cry than deal with that shit many days. I guess I should be thankful the kids keep me going.
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