I got to the neurology clinic and some cute boy-doctor who's name I can't recall says hello and we chat about the ultra-hot, smart, and on the spot, Dr. Jennifer Frontera, who was my primary neurologist for a while, when they didn't know where to put the Stiff WoMan. She had to script me valium every month while she was still a resident. Now she is full time staff in neurology critical care. I joked with the doctor-boy about how I wouldn't want to see her there! Ha ha! (He laughed. Funny. It really is not funny. I could have a seizure again. Stroke is up there. Ah well. I love to make people laugh.)
I need to get the script from the tenured, know-it-all, full-time staff guy at the Movement Disorder Clinic, Dr. Ford. Calls between he and the new resident have been made. The new resident doesn't want to script the valium.
Today. No problemo. Dr. Ford wasn't even there and I was handed a script with his name on it! The "ladies" at the Movement Disorder Clinic are so civilized. They handed me a script and a patient (with patients) smile, all nicely prepared. Thank you ladies. By contrast, the people at the General Neurology Clinic treat it's patients like the undeserving Medicaid recipients that we are.
Dr. Ford gave me the sigh and the sputter about "It's addictive" last month. I recall that I mentioned to Dr. Ford that he should understand that I am the one who is inconvenienced by having to get a script once a month for a chronic drug treatment that I take. I can not call in for refills, like I do with levothyroid. (More on other Hashimoto's Thyroiditis later.)
Please understand that doctors are under constant DEA shakedown. Some are shocked when I ask for a valium script. Some will look terrified. Some have sweated profusely while trying to figure out the letters and numbers that you have to put on a little piece of paper that the G-Man is gonna read.
