ckcs":46gi6fl5 said:
Yeah the legal rights to medical records has some limitations. One of which is access to provider’s psychotherapy notes. This is something I find very frustrating. I've had ongoing issue with depression and anxiety and ADD. It is very frustrating when you loose a therapist or psychiatrist. It can really mess things up. I had to stop my treatment for ADD due a cost increase ($60 to $300) for my meds and the doc left the practice and the practice he moved to didn't have a sliding scale payment system and I just couldn't afford it. I've since gotten help from my local CSS (community service board) and a free clinic that we have for my anxiety and depression. Although my ADD is left untreated because I'm not seeing a psychiatrist and the CSS doesn't deem my problems bad enough to see one of the their backed up shrinks.
Also cold turkey is such a bad item from my perspective. I stopped a prescription I took for sleep that also treats depression. I did this because my fragile sleep got way off track. I had an old prescription of Ambien and figured I'd take that for a few night and get my sleep back together. I didn't want to take 2 drugs for sleep so I stopped the one. BIG mistake, day three I was entering full withdarawl. Even though I started taking the drug again I still rode out 2 weeks of hell. I'm 45 and that it the worst I have ever felt.
The withdrawals were awful.
Sympathies, I know what it's like...it was a living nightmare. I really thought I was quite literally going insane.
grumpy":46gi6fl5 said:
As with everyone else Kyle, I was wondering where you'd went to.
Sorry you went through so much B.......S........!! I'm not a big fan of
Doctors anyways. The one I've got now has known me for about 15
years. Arrogant s.o.b. that's for sure. My very first complete sentence
to the man was:
"Hey!! Ya know somethin' fella? You're an A##h&&&!!" I was loud and
extremely angry.
He smiled and answered. "Yeah, I know I am.....Sorry Mr. Felts."
We've gotten along great ever since. Glad to see ya back, Kyle
Grumpy.
It's ironic...I'm not fond of doctors, hospitals, or the dysfunctional healthcare system...yet I'm a health-sciences major aiming to be a healthcare provider.
Best I can figure is, I'll be the exception to the rule, haha!!!
BTW, I forgot some very cool life stuff that happened while I was in medical/psychiatric purgatory...THE CONDO.
Hard to imagine that my dad and I have, on-and-off, spent FOUR YEARS renovating that thing. It started with an idea to just paint the walls and put in new carpet, next thing I know we're doing a major overhaul, and since I was working and am now in school, and my dad is retired and moving around a little slower now that he's in his seventh decade of life, it took FOUR YEARS. Four YEARS!!! But oh my stars you guys, you should have seen the place. We did a walkthrough on the last day, and it looked like a palace.
Our hope was that it would be ready to put on the market last summer, since it's a great summer locale...right next to the Grand River, communal pool, really lovely flowering bushes, et cetera...but then we had some issues (hooray carpentry!!!) and it didn't get done til late Fall. It went on the market as the first freeze hit. My dad and I were pretty sure it just wouldn't sell because properties in Winter don't sell very well here. Plus...we had an ICE PROBLEM!!! Part of the roof was being pulled apart due to the ice buildup, thanks to some faulty venting. Had to fix THAT, and the roof.
To our surprise, some people still looked at it!!! Mid-winter, one couple put an offer down. After some hemming and hawing, some price negotiations, it was SOLD!!!!!
Hallelujia!!!!
And then the reality hit: we had to empty the whole place of stuff. We found a lot of my grandfather's things that we'd thought were lost forever. I got to see photos of my grandfather from his youth, which I'd never seen before. I found a school picture...turns out he had a nickname as a child, "Bus." I never knew that.
My granddad even gave us a gift: we have almost zero family history on his side. No names, and no family tree, and no living relations to ask. We thought it would be a dead end on our family tree forever. Turns out my granddad wrote down the names of his grandparents, so now we can begin tracing them.
My dad's house is now full to brimming with a combination of my maternal grandfather's things (including all his tools, my dad caved and agreed I can KEEP THEM!!!), my paternal grandmother's things (I had NO IDEA she owned that many COLLECTIONS of holiday tableware) and my aunt's junk. I say JUNK because most of it is JUNK!!! I won't go into the drama with her right now, it'd make me angry, but I will eventually...she's really been awful and has been taking advantage of my situation for her own benefit.
My dad is thrilled that the condo is sold, though we got a little emotional when we did the final walkthrough the day it closed.
Now maybe we can finish the rennovations we started so long ago on my DAD'S HOUSE. He was halfway through rennovations there when he had to start on the condo, lol!!!
