scrubjayspeaks

Hooooly shit. I probably should have popped this out into its own post, but it is basically The Event of the week, so here we are. I tried out a new* doctor. He's been my mum's doctor for decades, almost verging into the territory of old family friend. Mum updates him on the family, which has included my run of shitty medical experiences and chronic illness. So when my previous GP up and quit (and his replacement turned out to be virulently transphobic), mum's doctor offered to take me on.

He's...not actually a GP, normally, but that's what he does for mum and he's just sort of...looping me in on that. Sure, why not?

I was, predictably, terrified. I've already had multiple experiences of "doctor is great with my family members, treats me like trash," so there were no guarantees.

He didn't have one damn thing to say about my weight as such. He immediately, however, said we weren't going to just sit around watching my high blood pressure without doing anything. When I told him that multiple doctors, including a cardiologist, had done just that, telling me to lose weight and refusing to prescribe medication, he looked me dead in the eyes.

"You have PCOS," he said in tones of disbelief and disgust. As in, you literally have can't-lose-weight disorder, how was that their fucking recommendation???

So boy-creature here has just started on blood pressure meds. Yay? I mean, I'm basically happy to finally be getting treatment instead of lectures. He was really good about recognizing that I'm very physically active for my work, and short of putting me on a starvation diet, he doesn't expect to see my weight change much. He even--and this is still blowing my mind--outright told me that doctors don't really understand shit about weight loss and metabolism and why the body does what it does.

To say it was refreshing is an understatement of epic proportions. I was so shocked and delighted, my brain skipped right over the emotional breakdown I was all geared up for regardless of if it was a good or bad experience. I had even taken a comfort stuffie with me, because I was fully prepared to be devastated by what kind of felt like my last chance at competent care.

So. Uh. Neat?

*New-ish. Technically, I saw him a couple times in my teens. It's just been a casual twenty years since we saw each other in any capacity.

Lewisia: 3 new pieces, plus another bonus piece written

Day job: 35.5 hours

Cleaning: purged a bunch of clothing from the rack in my room and moved it to the "not emotionally ready to discard" storage area, pulled an equal number of things out of said storage and packaged them for donation now that I am ready to discard them

Gardening: weeding, garden club post

Listening: "Trickster Prayer" by S.J. Tucker (oooooh, I'm experiencing emotions, or possibly a religious event), Years by Sarah Shook & the Disarmers (wasn't sure at first, but yeah, totally working for me, queer-made country is very much a thing for me right now), actually listened to the whole Born in the U.S.A. album for the first time, "I'm On Fire" will probably always be my favorite thing off this or possibly any other of Springsteen's albums but "Cover Me" is doing things for me

Other: trip to my hometown

Aftermarket Parts: made my first appointment~~~!