Chickenlips Knitting

Sometimes the best medicine...is a new doctor!

In an ongoing struggle to conserve funds, I found it necessary to fire my primary care physician, because she wasn't willing to work with me on generic substitutions for certain long-term maintenance meds. Which is a pretty good indicator that she's in bed with the drug companies and doesn't give a rat's ass about her patients! However, this afternoon I had a new patient appointment with a doctor who will not only help lower my monthly prescriptions cost by one-third, but is also closer to my house than the previous one and is very thorough, having counseled me on health issues no doctor had ever discussed with me before. She also, unlike my last doctor, didn't waste time harping on me about exercise. At my age, and given certain health conditions, if I were able to change habits and routines, I certainly would. I appreciated this new doctor's approach, and she did what I hoped, which was "just work the problem". All in all, I left the medical office today feeling better than I have in the past two years about the kind of care I'm receiving.

With all the stress of the past few months, culminating in the crappiest August I've ever lived through, I knew I needed to find a new doctor, but for various reasons--and this is going to sound lame--I felt I had to make my own health a low priority. Folks, don't let this happen to you! It's the oxygen mask principle. If you suddenly lose cabin pressure, you can't help the person in the seat next to you if you don't put your own mask on first. If I allow myself to become a falling-apart mess, what chance do I have of taking care of the other stuff? And so, to my marital obligations, to my financial struggles and especially to my shaming, hypercritical mother, I have only four words to say.

"Screw you, I matter."

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You guys are suggesting such wonderful, interesting and creative names for that yarn! I'm enjoying your submissions. However, due to the fact that I recently had a "blog crasher", e.g. someone who left unwanted anonymous comments, I felt I had no choice but to turn on comment moderation. I usually get email notification of comments, however some comments fall through the cracks and I don't see them unless I sign into my Blogger interface. So if you don't see your contest entry posted, don't despair. I'll make sure they have all been published before the deadline comes and I announce the winner. Which is going to be difficult to determine!

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