Diane retired, and while I like my new doctor well enough, it's still frustrating to have her approach me naively about my weight - as though she's the first to broach the subject (ha, and as if) and as though we haven't talked about it every time I've seen her. It makes me wonder if she's even looked at my file. Even if she avoided looking at the fact that I'm (still, even with some weight gain) down 100lbs from where I spent the majority of my life, I would think the 12" surgery scar might be a clue or a memory jog. It makes it hard to trust that she's paying attention to my case.
It makes me reluctant to visit, as well, even when it's something like just talking about medication. My antidepressant scrip from the clinical trials has run out, so now I need to get my 'regular doctor' to handle the refills. So I'm going in to see her on Friday. I really hope I don't have to argue about it, but even thinking of going in and having to explain everything at least twice more is exhausting. Oh, and yeah - I'll have to scrounge up the co-pay from somewhere too.