Today, at an appointment, a roomie translated my [whale-like screeches] into an account of the last few weeks—spasms, cramping, falling, doubling over, fainting spells, complete loss of quality of life, you know the drill.
She convinced him to PUT ME BACK ON THE ORIGINAL PRESCRIPTION.
The "And this didn't start until YOU cut that prescription down like you did" ender did a number on him.
This dude keeps trying to put me on SSRIs. It's like he's getting kickbacks for the damn things. He also STILL blames the problems on my ovaries, which, by the way, have had a weird hormonal swing and are now throwing more T at me (killed the cysts though) and are not to blame.
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Date: 2016-09-22 05:50 am (UTC)Today, at an appointment, a roomie translated my [whale-like screeches] into an account of the last few weeks—spasms, cramping, falling, doubling over, fainting spells, complete loss of quality of life, you know the drill.
She convinced him to PUT ME BACK ON THE ORIGINAL PRESCRIPTION.
The "And this didn't start until YOU cut that prescription down like you did" ender did a number on him.
This dude keeps trying to put me on SSRIs. It's like he's getting kickbacks for the damn things. He also STILL blames the problems on my ovaries, which, by the way, have had a weird hormonal swing and are now throwing more T at me (killed the cysts though) and are not to blame.
He's... Kind of a dick.