For the post year I've avoided my doctors, and tried not to make any appointments because of anxiety. Even walking out of an exam room.
Honestly, what the do they think I know that allows them to act like uncaring robots. What am I supposed to feel like when I don't meet a single person who can explain meds, and have compasion at least once in a 2 yr period.
I need meds, but I can suffer the anxiety to avoid seeing doctors that see me as a quick buck. A drug dealer might care more. But a knife to that organ could solve so much more..
I feel all this all the time. I wish I had a blog about all the fun, and experiences of sailing, but none for me. Just this drama.
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