I have this week off.
My big summer break!
I've been working 60 hours a week since fall and I am tired.
I am mostly resting and doing a few essential appointments.
Two weeks ago, my beloved naturopathic doctor broke up with me.
It came as an utter shock and made me feel completely unworthy of care and love and anything good.
I asked if I could run my annual blood work for my thyroid medication through my primary care physician, rather than her private lab, which would have cost me well over $300, plus all the fees and supplements for an office visit out of pocket (over $500).
Her answer was NO.
She didn't contact me herself, she sent me a curt antagonistic certified letter, from her office assistant.
It didn't matter that I had cancelled physical therapy for me knee, to be able to afford her treatment, and left messages saying so, I was already dead to her.
All of this would have been much less traumatic to me, had my prescriptions not run out.
The bottle of medications state very clearly "do not stop taking this medication abruptly".
I was terrified, not just of dropping into a coma and dying, like the internet said could result in stopping the medication, but of feeling horrible and becoming severely anemic again.
I went in on Monday and saw my primary care doctor, who is covered by my insurance. She gave me a small hug and wrote me the prescriptions. She ordered the blood tests and she told me that she loves seeing me, because I am so funny and she loves my stories about my preschoolers.
This small kindness nearly broke my heart, after being treated with such disregard.
She was sad that I had cancelled the physical therapy for my knee.
I thought my knee was a lost cause, but it turns out that it's just over compensating for my bad back, and my bad back is a result among other things from my cracked pelvis, from a car accident in 1998.
I will go back to the physical therapist in July. I felt about a million times better after just one visit.