#AND medical appointments fml

[ovaruling]

i wish there were 10 of me so i could get done all of the volunteering AND protesting that i want to get done this month 😔

[sokerikeiju]

Yesterdays doctors appointment could have gone well, but nope.

My drug test came back positive for oxazepam which I havent taken but my doctor wasnt having it. She accused me for using meds that I havent taken and was angry to me. I told her that there's no way that I couldve taken it (I had it 2 years ago for panic attacks) since I only take meds that belong to me. Jesus fucking christ.

Then she started to blame me that there's a positive for zopiclone and she went quiet when I told her that yeah, its part of my daily meds. She didnt even check my medication list.

I told her that I've had really bad anxiety lately and she prescribed me Zoloft. And lowered my diazepam dose.

I dont understand what the fuck happened there. Zoloft makes me feel sick and drowsy. Lets hope it gets easier.

She then told me to stop taking painkillers I have for my back because they can be addicting. What the fuck am I supposed to do then because I can barely walk because of the pain.

My treatment is getting moved to another city, lets hope my new doctor understands me.

[utter-queer-nightmare]

Ugghhh, I booked an appointment with my GP like a week ago and said the best way to contact me was to text ('cause I knew I wouldn't have access to my emails). Never heard back and didn't get in touch 'cause I've had other things on. Just managed to check my emails and turns out I had an appointment on Friday. I had an email about it and that was it, no text or anything. I didn't even get a call or text reminder when I never turned up. I wasn't even available on Friday :(((

[onelittlespiral]

FML: Confidence

I had decided it was finally time for a change. A few years after college and sitting all day at the office had taken its toll. Twink death was here, but I wanted to have a chance at a few more wild nights before I hit my thirties. So, on a buddy’s recommendation I called up Dr. Webb. He had been touted to me as one of the best in his industry, able to help with all kinds of health and wellness. In my consultation, we discussed my goals. I talked about my concerns around aging and some of the weight I had put on. He probed a bit about my health and family medical history. He was so calm and gentle. It was so easy to talk with him I may have even disclosed more than I wanted to about my college days and conquests. At the end, he leaned back and read over his notes:

“If I am being honest, I am not sure what you are too concerned with. You may not be your youngest, but I wouldn’t say you are deviating too much from a health body at your age.”

“But Doc, I don’t want to just slide into my thirties. I want to get out there like I did just a few years ago.”

“There is nothing wrong with aging my boy. It’s scary for us all but we aren’t stopping the clock any time soon.”

“I don’t want to stop the clock. I just want to feel confident in my body again.”

He stroked his beard and thought for a moment, “Now that is maybe something I can work with.” The rest of the visit was boring. But by the time I left his office, I had a pack vitamin supplements, a list of recommended exercises, and a follow up appointment in a few weeks.

Over the next couple days or so, I diligently took the supplements, followed the exercise routine, and logged my daily progress. It was strange, I didn’t really see a difference, but did start to feel a bit better. The biggest change I think I felt though was a kind of hormonal rebalance. I think doc mentioned it. My sleep was slowly becoming more regular, mood swings improved, and my flexibility was improving as I followed my exercise routine. However, I think it was also starting to create a fixation. I would just need to see my progress, check if I was improving. Whenever I got a small chance I would just stare at myself and focus on my curves. Were they any smaller?

I mentioned it to Dr. Webb at our next meeting. He laughed it off, said it was nothing unusual. But he did send me home with some meditation files to help me relax and center my mind. Help me let go of my worries and all that. And I will confirm they were effective. I popped on the first tape that night, listening to breathing exercises and ambient white noise. Woke up an hour later feeling refreshed. I don’t think I thought about my body much that night. In fact, I hardly thought about anything. My mind felt so clear.

It continued like that for a week I think. To be honest, the days started blurring together a bit. The routine was really sinking in, abs became an almost unconscious part of my day. At some point though, I don’t know when, I did start to notice a change as I would finish the tapes. I would always come to hard as wood. My appetite for sex was off the charts, quickly becoming a nuisance to take care of myself, several times a day. I even had to take a break at work one day. That is, until one day I saw myself in the mirror.

I was getting ready for the day, and suddenly something in me shifted. I stopped pulling down my tee and stared at myself in the mirror.

Damn, had I always been this hot?

Something about the way my jeans hugged into my sides and the thick matted carpet stretching across my stomach felt new and exciting. My mind said it should have felt off, but staring at my gut and feeling its weight ripple as I rubbed it up and down, I was entranced.

‘I felt big, strong, and masculine’, a voice echoed in mind, and I couldn’t agree more. Instantly my plans for the day were shot. I needed to get out there and find someone to share this body with. I couldn’t keep it all to myself. I popped my top off and went on the prowl for a piece of ass to demolish. A few quick photos and I had some nameless twink on his way over for an afternoon delight. Within moments of his arrival, I felt a shift in energy between us. I was used to a kind of back and forth, pull and push as people met and flirted. This was all pull. It started slowly, as he sat next to me on the couch. Then, he placed his hand on my thigh and gently rubbed. I was soon no longer talking to him, I was giving him commands:

“Scoot closer to me.” He scooted.

“Rub my belly a bit, don’t be shy.” He hesitated for just a moment before gliding his hand over my furry belly.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He nodded limply. He was fixated on other things

‘A man gets what he wants,’ rang the voice in my head. And my patience was running thin.

The commands flowed from my mouth quickly:

“Take off my shirt”

“Take off your shirt”

“Lay on me a bit”

“Don’t mind the smell, I’m wrapping my arm around you.”

He quickly followed commands, even started taking huffs of my musky pits as he curled into my arms. I didn’t tell him to do that yet, but I felt so in control as this man was getting hard practically in my lap. It was time.

“Pull out my cock.”

“Put your head right there.”

“Open wide.”

“Suck, boy.”

It was just so easy to get him to comply. He was like putty in my hands. He just bent to my authority as I guided his willing throat, mouth, and tongue through the best blow job of my life. By the time I was ready to move on, a damp spot had formed through his shorts at the tip of his throbbing cock. It bobbed in the air a bit as I turned him around and pulled down his shorts. I took a moment to press myself against him, let him feel the power of my body.

“Bend over.” And he went down on all fours.

By the time my next appointment came up, I already had a small selection of boys willing to come over when I needed them. They were so small, I was almost worried I would break them in half. But it felt so freeing to discover this side of myself. Nothing could beat a twink sitting on my dick, begging for me to cum in him. I reported back to the Doc that I didn’t think I needed his services anymore. He said that he couldn’t agree more, and that even he was shocked at how much progress I made in such a short period of time.

“Now would you kindly put your shorts back on? They did not need to come off for this examination.”

“No,” I replied, “gotta take care of some business first. You want to show me that cute ass of yours.”

“I don’t think so, I…”

“Please doctor, with a body like this? I’m confident you’ll find your work satisfying.”

[oldfangirl81]

Home/medical update

The surgeon wasn't terrible. Typical surgeon behavior. I hate silver nitrate but it generally works. He applied some in the office. Also sent me home with some to apply when I change it. I'll see him in two weeks.

I hate silver nitrate because it is tied to major childhood trauma so this is fun. Plus, it isn't pain free. But it does usually do the job.

CW mentions of vomit

FML I start fixing one problem and another pops up. I'm probably going to need my esophagus dilated again soon. Took two bites of food before my body decided swallowing was not an option. Throwing up in a Wendy's parking lot while Rihanna plays 'shine bright like a diamond' on the radio is an experience. Going to start taking Nexium again.

Originally gi doc prescribed a month of protonix and second a month if I needed but I kept forgetting to renew it. Plus I had the side effects.

She did say she may have to dilate it in 3-6 months. And it's been about 2 1/2 months.

Frustrating because I'm hungry because I avoided eating before the appointment to keep my ostomy from being as active.

[queerlyloud]

Yall, medical trauma is wild as hell. My PCP asked me the basic MS diagnostic questions at our appointment on Thursday after I told her about the pain in my spine that woke me up out of a sleep induced by tizanidine AND meclizine. Like I should have been dead to the world for 8-10 hours, but the pain was so bad it woke me from that heavy a sleep and was so intense that I was in too much shock to move for more than 2 minutes after I woke up. Literally paralyzed by the pain.

Anyway, I told her about that and about how even though I told the neurologist I was referred to that, he only had an MRI done on my head, neck, and upper vertebrae , with absolutely none done of my middle or lower spine, despite those being my primary pain centers. So my PCP immediately booked me for x-rays of my spine so that a full spine MRI would be approved by my shitty work insurance.

I have every single symptom of PPMS, all I need is for an MRI to catch lesions on my spine so they can do the tap and identify the inflammation in my spine that shows up in every single blood work I've had done in the past 5 years.

I might finally get my diagnosis.

But instead of being excited and happy, my brain is instead choosing to have me pre-experience the depression I will feel if they don't spot any lesions on the MRI.

Fml 🙃

[nnschneider]

Memento Mori: Take Your Time While You Have It

A coworker lost his father last weekend. His father had been in declining health for a while, months?, a year?, since the death of his wife? I don't know how sick the doctors claimed his father was or how long he was expected to live, but he was clearly in poor health. My friend took off at least a day per month to take his father to the doctor or check him into an assisted care facility or pick him up from one hospital or another. He also flexed his time, pushing away from his desk during normal business hours to drive his father to various appointments and then logging on late into the evening to make up for lost time.

At one point, I talked to him about taking more real time off. He had enough PTO (paid time off) banked at our company to take off the entire month of December, or take every Friday (and then some) through the end of the year. He could have taken 12 weeks of FML (Family Medical Leave) to look after his father; he could have taken a portion of that or worked half days to give himself more time.

My friend didn't take his time while his father was alive and now he's taking a week off for bereavement.

[sempiternal-peculiarity]

I caught so many infections/diseases/whatever in the past 2-3 weeks that I can't even remember them all. My immune system gave up. But I've got 2-3 medical appointments per week and they're like "have you noticed any new symptom after the last meeting?" and I'm like 🤷‍♀️ Anyway today I almost threw up at my chiropractor's and I don't even wanna remember the AM appointment. #fml

[herlovelybones-blog1]

FML

Well today sucked. After two cancellations I had no choice but to finally show up for this doctors appointment. I was hoping after a month of restricting, better food choices, and more exercise, I’d loose some weight. I was feeling good about it.

The medical assistant checked me in and asked me if I had weighted myself recently. I told her “no.” I’ve been scared too. I don’t want to be disappointed. I know I’m fat. I KNOW I haven’t lost weight. I know my body and I know I haven’t lost an inch. But I’ve been trying. She asked me to step up on the scale and I really wanted to take off my boots and my cardigan but she seemed in a rush. I stared at the wall telling myself I wasn’t going to look down. At the last minute, I decided that maybe I was wrong and that I did lose weight. I did it. I looked down. What a bad Idea idea that was. I gained weight. It was probably the boots. Or maybe the cup of coffee I drank. But I sat back down and wanted to cry.

At this point, I'm fucking fed up. I loved seeing and feeling my bones. Feeling confident. Loving myself.

So here goes it. The eating di*order chronicles begin.

[mymentallyillbrain]

And I'm back on tumblr fml.

My doctor wrote in the visit notes for my appointment earlier that I "contract for safety today" even tho I definitely did not. I straight up said that I won't talk to my family bc then I have to deal with their emotions (and my parents are DRAMATIC). And told her that I'm not comfortable calling a hotline or 911, and that I won't ever make the hospital decision for myself. She asked what can we do if it gets to the point where you're going to do it. I said idk I usually just go to bed. She's like what if you can't fall asleep? I said I really don't know. And she said you have to think of something before you leave. But then 5 minutes later it was you need to keep thinking even after you leave, come up with a safety plan.

And she prescribed a new medication to transition to, even though we had just agreed that I don't need access to any more pills?

I'm just so confused like I gave her no reason to trust me to keep myself safe and she still just let me leave?

Also big wtf is wrong with me - I want to do it more because I think she made a mistake. It's not even like spite, I really like my doctor so idk why I want to do that to her. But at the same time I'm so glad she didn't send me to the hospital, I hate not knowing what's going to happen so the unknowns of the psych ward are super scary to me.

[ankles-be-bitten]

>me, 17, probably chronically I'll in numerous ways

>haven't seen a doctor in almost 10 years for various reasons

>finally convince mother who hates Healthcare and thinks all doctors are snakes trying to squeeze me for profit and make me sicker to schedule me an appointment with a primary care doctor to figure out what is wrong with me

>she makes the appointment

>it's at a "holistic" "alternative" medical practice

>fml. They're genuinely going to just tell me to take a vitamin and go for a walk.

I love my conservative parents.

[toadznfrogz]

finally starting to feel back in control of my life. excited to go to the doctors tomorrow and get back on my adhd medication, it has been rough without it. a little nervous to go to a new provider and having to get up early. i am historically not very good at getting up on time and i woke up super late yesterday so im not very worn out atm. making a commitment to myself to NOT miss this appointment especially since they charge a 100$ no show fee FML. time to embody some adulthood responsibility and take it on the chin. i’m low key excited to go and get it done since i’ve planned to watch the circle as my reward and i left off on a cliff hanger. aiming for 1% better everyday and learning to embody consistency and regain in trust in myself and my own abilities in order to silence the doubts in my head. goodnight tumblr 🤍

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[kgs-thoughts]

Over it

I have been short tempered and angry most of the week. The littlest think have set me off let me start from Sunday.

Sunday, when I was on the phone with Te, she had clicked over to answer a call and dropped the call. Idk why but I felt my mood change. Then I checked the GPS to see how far behind Shonda was to see that it looked like she was at a shopping center. Idk why but I had the thought that she purposely had Crishon come with me so that she and Brittany could hang out longer there and not go to dance practice. So, I called her "How's it going?" Her: Stopped to get Brittany something to eat, she seen this Mexican restaurant" Yeah I made up the other scenario but I still felt upset. Once I get to Columbus, Te calls me back and fills me in with what happens, the call was choppy which didn't help my irritation but I understand why she had to call me back.

Monday, I had tried to order chipotle for the house but my card kept declining even with the money there. Then the bank calls me 4 hours later to ask if I was the one making the purchase and no one was forcing me to.

Tuesday, I get a call back from my doctor's nurse about my prescription, she informed that they would put it in so I can go pick it up, but need to me get an EKG soon because of my blood pressure. After work I hurry to the VA to get my prescriptions before the close. As I am walking up Dr Gupta calls me and the VA is locked. On the phone with my doctor she informs that someone has increased the restrictions on my medication. Pretty much if I am not able to get my blood pressure under control she isn't going to be able to continue to prescribe me my medication. I inform her that I need this medication in order to keep my job because I feel like I keep losing jobs because of lack of concentration and ADHD. She prescribed me 7 days supply and ask that I come in on Tuesday. So I'm upset because here is another time something has gone wrong

I guess the problem is I feel like things just keep going wrong.

I went to the ER Tuesday night because of my blood pressure, wanting them to prescribe me something to get my bp down but nope they just told me to monitor my bp until I see my doctor again and to schedule an appointment.

I get up early Wednesday morning to get my prescriptions from VA everything goes well and I leave a copy of my EKG that was done at the ER in Dr Gupta's mailbox. On the way home I'm hungry so I stop to get breakfast, everyone is still at the house so I texted Shonda who is up. I stopped at BK and grab breakfast for everyone. Then when I get home I find out that Brittany has already cooked breakfast and everyone has ate. I was done, I asked Shonda to leave me alone for the rest of day. OH yeah she said she didn't see my question about everyone being up. She apologized but the damaged had already been done.

Thursday, yeah I'm over it. I call off work because Niqo woke up from a nightmare at 330a and didn't get back to sleep until close to 5a. So I called off work, figured Niqo is on spring break and I hadn't really had the chance to spend time with him. My first thought was to take him to Lego Land at Easton but those tickets are $30 each nope! Then I seen Super Mario Bros was playing. Thought it would be a nice opportunity for Shonda, Niqo and I to go to the movies. Then my dumbass, Shonda had told me that Brittany's Nephew that is the same age as Niqo, I ask Brittany if he was available not telling her why. But she had to run off with Shonda to harass her about some bs, I digress. Come to find out he wasn't available. But while the were gone Niqo over heard me tell Te that we were going to the movies. Wanted to be a surprise but the damage is done. While we are getting ready to out the door Brittany ask Niqo if he is excited to go to the movies and adorably he says "Yes, with Mommy, Babe and Beecee (aka Brittany)" FML. I still need to go to the store to get a few things before I left to Cleveland to be with Te. I wanted to go before the movie so I could come home and finish packing. Well at the store, somehow I ended up buying a new TV for my bedroom, a desk for Niqo and a trash can. Was all this on my list yes but I didn't want to buy all this with Brittany. However it happened. I going back and forth about the TV considering we were going to the movies and it would be sitting in the car unsupervised while we watched the movie. But I covered it up with blankets and we were able to watch the movie, which was good and Niqo enjoyed it, the TV was still there when we got out the movie. Get home and Niqo starts putting his desk together on his own, I stop him and finish it. Because I brought the TV we were able to do musical TVs and somehow I ended putting 3 holes in the walls and realized I need to lower Niqo's tv. Little inconvenience but nothing to major. Then on my drive up to Cleveland I got pulled and got a ticket, not for speeding but for the car not being registered. Also let me not forget that I forgot my bp medicine at home.

Nothing has happen today, I really hope dinner goes great tonight with Te, because I can't handle anymore shit. There probably is more but it just more shit on the mound.

[paraphernaliawagon]

well. i just sat silently, helplessly cringing as my father went full Karen on a social worker who was just trying to help us to the best of her ability with the information she has. “how dare you try to send Lewis to [big hospital in Seattle that’s my best bet for seeing a psychiatrist soon, which i urgently need because i will run out of my medication, and so many clinics are not accepting new patients right now]? there are sick people there! [hospital] is for poor people and drug addicts! Lewis is on disability because he’s disabled, not poor!”

(my dad, 4 days ago: “hey Lewis did you know that the poverty line for a single person in this state is $2000 per month?”) (he is definitely aware that that’s almost four times my monthly income on SSI)

[shadowpeople]

I don’t have any more refills on my medication bc my doctor fucked up.

I’m about to run out and he can’t be contacted bc he’s out of the country???

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