Pumpkin and I saw our new family doctor for the first time yesterday. We had actually seen him before when he subbed for our old doctor, and between my impression from those visits and good reports from other patients, I decided to get all of us started going there when we got Medicaid. Unfortunately, he’s a very busy guy because he’s so well liked, and this visit may very well be our last for a while if we don’t get to keep our Medicaid.
Anyway, he did a brief checkup on Pumpkin, and said I needed to get an appointment for a well child visit with the office pediatrician this summer for her. I also talked to him about the trouble I was having getting Medicaid to cover her allergy medicine, and he said he would do his best to get them to cover it, but if they wouldn’t he might have to try something new. Bummer, because the stuff she’s on now (Allegra), is the only thing they’ve tried her on so far that has actually worked. And I do hate to mess with a good thing.
Then it was my turn. I was kind of dreading it, because I figured he would start fussing about my weight and tell me I needed to try some new diet pill, and although I know it’s true, it wasn’t exactly something I was in the mood to hear. I was there to establish myself as a patient, but I also needed to talk to him about my anxiety and try to get something that would actually help with it.
To my surprise, he said not a word about my weight. Maybe it’s because my vitals were good. He listened to what I had to say about what was going on with me and what my old doctor had tried, and after my brief overview he proceeded to describe my entire situation to a T. Thoughts bouncing around in my head when I try to go to sleep, difficulty remembering things because I’m so preoccupied with the things that are stressing me out, the whole nine yards. All I could do was sit there nodding my head, because he seemed to know exactly what I was dealing with.
He put me on two new medications: Pristiq to be taken daily, and Ativan for breakthrough anxiety and trouble sleeping as needed. And then I’m supposed to go back in a month to see how those are working out.
I really hope we still have our Medicaid by then. That’s the only type of insurance we have any hope of getting right now. Hubby definitely needs it at least until he gets his back straightened out or gets his disability, and I’d like to be able to get on the right medication while we’ve still got it. And even though Pumpkin is pretty healthy overall, she could certainly use a thorough checkup.