Sunday Confessions: July 23, 2023
I Confess:
The trip to U of M went really well. But I have to do an entire post about it (which will likely be long), in order to properly discuss everything. That is in the works. But the main thing is we have started working toward SOMETHING. People (cough: doctors) LISTENED. I normally am pretty patient and understanding with the medical profession. I am very aware of how overworked, understaffed, and abused they are (both physically & mentally). But in the past few years, I have become intimately acquainted with the side that makes people say "If I was having a stroke, I'd rather die than have that doctor treat me." (-Me)
I Confess:
When my PCP sort of implied - READ: ["I'm not saying it is, but have you considered this could be Conversion Disorder?"] <<< direct quote>>>
I
sort of lost my shit. I had been teetering on the edge for quite a
while but this ending up being the last cherry on the sundae. Which is
how I ended up the behavioral health specialist's office, sobbing on her
couch for an hour, which is what ended up with contacting my
psychiatrist, which led to the psychiatric leave. I return August 1, and
I am looking forward to it.
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