Do you remember my boob sweat story? The part about the doctor who told me I could cure my chonic anxiety and depression by going to church more? Well, she did. And at the time, I was in such a state, that I was focusing on making sure SHE wasn’t uncomfortable more than my own great need for help (the non church variety, mind you).
After this meeting I never saw her again. I never went to have another physical at Kaiser, instead I moved to Seattle and started seeing a fabulous doctor there. And then I moved back, hooked onto Kamel’s insurance and landed back at the obnoxious Mcdonalds-of-healthcare-Kaiser. Whatever, it was insurance. And! For the first time in a year! I wasn’t paying gobs and gobs of money for my birth control. Wahooo!!
Last month I went to get my 3 month of yaz refill, only to discover my doctor was holding them hostage. She said I had to schedule a pap or else she wouldn’t refill further, AND that she was giving me a prescription of yasmin as a courtesy. Well fuck you very much, doctor lady. But what was I to do? It was all they were willing to offer me when I went to pick up my *surprise* prescription, so I took it and left.
Immediately from the start of the months cycle I knew something was up. That whole first week I was snippy and anxious. Every morning I was pissed at Kamel for no particular reason. Every day at work I was jumpy – thinking lint was a bug, or getting offended and paranoid by insignificant remarks. By week two I was having all of those symptoms AND my boobs were killing me. They were super swollen and ached non stop. It was during this second week when I realized I basically had been having pms from the get-go of these pills. A little twittering, a little googling, and I discovered yasmin has MORE estrogen than yaz. Frustrating, considering I was on yaz in the first place to cut the awful physical symptoms of pms (massive bloating, the boob thing, and spiked anxiety), and here I was having an entire month of pms. Awesome. Let’s plan a wedding on top of that, shall we?
So, towards the end of the second week I was completely fed up and went home from work to schedule an appointment for the vagina and kick my current doctor to the curb. That appointment was supposed to be today, but since yasmin has longer period cycles than yaz (by 3 days), I had to cancel due to … uhh… complications.
So, I called kaiser yesterday to get a rescheduled appointment, but of COURSE they didn’t have anything that wasn’t in the middle of the GD day until May. Nothing before 9am and nothing after 4pm, meaning I would have to take work off – which means I don’t get paid, which we really can’t afford at the moment. And not just one hour off, no no, it would be like 3 hours because I have to commute to San Jose. Gah. And I swear to god I got the stupidest telephone operator ever.
“What’s your name?”
So now I’m waiting for the doctor to call me sometime today. But god knows what that will do. All I really want is a new prescription, but somehow that just seems too difficult.
My issues are these:
1) Since when is it ok for doctors to switch up a person’s perscritption without a) asking them about it or b) seeing them first.
2) Why do I have to be bleeding to death in order to get a reasonably timed appointment THIS MONTH. Kamel seems to be able to go to the doctor same day, for all of his phantom aches and pains, but me? Never. It’s always a 3 month wait. Grumble, health system! GRUMBLE! And now I’m on a full month of pms thank you very much, I’m likely to lose my fucking mind pretty soon. And for the love of god, don’t come within 3 feet of my boobs or I’ll chop your arm off.