"Because I want something less medication-based."
"Well, we could have taken that into consideration if you had told us."
If I had told them.
In case you're wondering, this, right here, is the problem with western medicine. A doctor assumed, without knowing me, that I want pills for allergies. And anxiety. And other ailments. A doctor assumed that I don't have the I-don't-even-know-what-to-call-it - motivation? Attention span? - to listen to anything other than "here. Take this medication."
(And yes, I said this in not as many words to the nurse on the other end of the phone. No one gets to try to make me feel like I'm being rude to them personally by going to get care that is a better fit for me, even if it means leaving their practice.)
This is the same doctor that when I told her that my sister was recently diagnosed with Hashimoto's and our symptoms sounded a lot alike at my physical a year and a half ago, said, "well, your thyroid counts are normal. We won't worry about it."
Granted, this isn't the first doctor that has told me something similar, but she SURE AS SHIT is going to be the last.
MAN am I salty lately. But also, I don't really give a shit. The great thing about thinking more clearly is that you really start to see the places in your life that need some tough love/attention. I set my sail and go in that direction and meet my needs instead of waiting for others to meet them or meet me where I am because those times are few and far between. I've gotta put on my big girl pants and do it myself, and that's totally ok. I do it in every other facet of my life - why not this one?
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