You see, my previous healthcare professional (as opposed to my current doctor) was quite good, treated me nicely, etc. She is currently out on maternity leave, and I am therefore seeing another doctor at her practice. We’ll call him Dr. Bum, which is both appropriate, and far enough from his actual name to avoid any nasty legal crap, but still very vaguely close.
Let us begin the bitching.
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I got bit by a tick a few months ago, and went to the emergency room when I noticed a bullseye-esqe red mark around it, as I was fearing lyme disease. I was given a prescription for doxycycline, which is the standard action for such infections. A blood sample taken and supposedly tested for lyme-type antibodies. When I went to my doctor for an appointment, I mentioned what happened, and he said that they would try to get the results for me. A few days later, Dr. Bum’s office drone called the Sane residence to get the phone number for thelocal hospital. Now, I’m no genious, but I figure that a doctor’s office would kinda have the largest local hospital on speed dial at least, or maybe have a office flunky that could actually dial 411. On my second visit to Dr. Bum’s office they still hadn’t gotten the test results, and they just gave me an extension on my antibiotics, and informed me that getting the test results was my concern, not theirs. So much for the hippocratic oath and such.
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Between the first and second office visits mentioned above, I went to the pharmacy to get a refill on my medication. I take Effexor XR, which is a time-released seratonin reuptake inhibitor, which is the expensive name for an anti-depressant. It works well for me, and doesn’t make me sleepy like prozac did. It turns out I was out of refills, and since it was a weekend (Dr. Bum’s office was closed) I was given enough medication to hold me over until Tuesday. I went back on Tuesday to pick up my prescription for the next 30 days (that’s what my insurance allows) and I found out that I got 30 pills, take one by mouth, three times daily. My second appointment with Dr. Bum was more than ten days away, so as you could imagine, this caused a problem as well.
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I called Dr. Bum’s office, and they promised me that they would call me back to let me know how they would fix the problem. It’s been a few weeks now, and they still are stubbornly still not calling me. After a few days, I went to the pharmacy and found out that they had sent over a prescription of Effexor for me, and with the right amount of pills, and the right size, etc. When I got home, I noticed that the pills were tablets, not capsules, but who cares- I don’t have them because they look pretty anyway, as long as the compound in them is the same, who cares. It pissed me off that I was never given any heads up on the problem getting fixed, but all’s well that ends well, right?
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Turns out it was the wrong kind of Effexor. I had been taking Effexor XR, and my alleged doctor, gave me the non-XR version. Now in this case, the XR stands for eXtended Release, and it apparrently matters. For the last week I’ve had a number of side effects including agitation, moodiness, and a general shitty mood. I did some research on possible interactions, but mostly attributed it to my currently-unemployed-but-still-getting-severance status, until last night when further research showed me that Effexor XR only comes in capsules, and non-XR versions come in tablets (that taste icky). Fortunately, due to a rather odd turn of events, my ten-day supply of Effexor XR (mentioned earlier in this rant) had gotten an automatic refill at the pharmacy, and I’m back on those. I currently want to throw rotten fruit at my doctor.
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On the visit where I got an extension to my antibiotics prescription of Doxycycline (it’s used for anthrax, I’ve found out). I complained of a body-wide rash. I was getting hives over my arms, legs, neck and (slightly less) back, and I really didn’t like it at all. I described the issue to the medical assistant, and he also was concerned about it, and had the doctor take a look. He told me that I didn’t have hives, but “excoriated lesions”(not that anyone would ever scratch at anything that itched and left a welt). He told me it was from bug bites maybe. After getting home and picking up my prescription for more doxycycline (did you know it’s a tetracycline derivative?) I saw one of the warning labels on my prescription bottle. Yes right there- “May cause increased sensitivity to sunlight”. I’ve noticed that sunlight tends to hit my arms, legs, neck and (slightly less) my back when I am outdoors. That Dr. Bum (not his real name, but close enough) is a fucker, and I want to poke him in the eye with a durian (rind on).
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When I missed an appointment last Monday (a liver enzyme test to make sure my liver isn’t freaking out from the medication) I didn’t get a callback to reschedule. Not a big deal, as I don’t want to go back there ever again, but I used to get a “Hey, make sure you show up for your appointment tomorrow” call the day before my appointment, and if I had gotten one, I wouldn’t have missed my appointment. A “hey are you dead, or just forgetful” call after I missed my appointment would have been swell as well, but keeping up with the side-effects of the prescription fuckup has kept me very busy this week, thankyou.
I just found out about the prescription fuckup in the last 12 hours or so, and between the general side effects from the dosage issues, and the pissed-offedness at the doctor, I’m quite agitated, angry and unrelaxed, though venting in the 'Pit has helped. Oh, and I still haven’t gotten any kind of results on whether I was infected with the Lyme disease or not. AAAaaaaarrrrrggghh!
Anyone else had problems like this with a “healthcare” provider?