It's a GAD GAD World
Wednesday, January 04, 2006

My shithole of a psychiatrist has officially dumped me. Again.

All I did was ask for a small sample of sleep meds. I have insomnia. If I have to be up early the next morning, I have to take a sleep aid the night before. I'm currently working, which means I take sleep aids 5 nights a week.

The last time I saw him (in November during my last week at Famous Hospital), he gave me a generous supply of Lunesta. (He's got samples.) It lasted through most of November because I wasn't working most of November. But in December I picked up a couple of temp jobs.

On 12/11 I emailed him asking for more Lunesta and a prescription for 3 Ambien (all I can afford without health insurance). He never responded to the email.

On 12/19 I left a note at his midtown office reminding him of my request. No response.

Sunday, 1/1 I emailed him again asking for the Lunesta/Ambien for the 3rd time. He sent me an email back saying that I need to find someone who can see me on a regular basis. (Um, what have YOU been doing for the past 2 1/2 years?? Not counting the LAST time you dumped me of course, when I was in the middle of a 100% relapse.)

I emailed him back saying that at this time I have no health insurance and that situation is not likely to change anytime soon. I reminded him that until it did change, he was my sole source of medical care. I reiterated my request & suggested that he leave the stuff in the box outside his office door if he was busy and did not have time to see me. (He's done that before.)

He emailed me back, saying that he only provided meds to patients he saw on a regular basis. I emailed him back saying that I was willing to see him, but that I didn't want any guilt trips from him about how I'm taking up too much of his time. (Sorry, I don't care how busy you are, once a month for 20 minutes of BS & here's your samples is not too much time to spend with a patient.

That last email occurred last night, and I haven't heard from him since.

I am now relapsing. The relapse isn't catastrophic, but it's bad enough. What makes me angry is that I was doing pretty well until this happened. What makes me even angrier is that he's done this to me before (tried to dump me), and I *KNEW* he would do it to me again no matter how many times he told me I was welcome to come back to his office.

And all I wanted was some fucking sleep meds...

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