Brief Thursday AM Interlude

 I had to laugh at my 3 bottles of Flonase sitting on my dresser after reading the review last night about treating it for anxiety. I do have allergies. I do have anxiety.  I just didn't think I need to snort nasal spray to calm down.  Who knew?

I looked it up, Flonase can cause anxiety.  Cool.  Makes sense.

The other thing that didn't sit well with me was that I got asked if there's anything new in my family history.  Fair enough question. Then came the added unnecessary comment Because you got a long list for your family history.

What the _____?  It was said in an asshole tone when I think about it.  Kind of surprised me and I said no.   Who doesn't have family history?  He made me feel like I came across as someone from a family of diseased pathetic losers.  Did he become a Trump supporter in the last year?  It was just all so strange to me until I read reviews that there was some negative reviews in the last year.  Male menopause?  I don't know.

I don't know what to make out of this survey I have to fill out.  Actually the lurker was gone so someone felt the need to give low marks.  I might be more apt on team trust but I was kinder.  Only deduct a point for lurking.  This morning's session might be a rough one. I don't know.  

I'm ready for this week to be done.  So strange and really surprising in other ways.  Still shocked to find out I had prostate cancer all this time.

I took my good review done from a few years ago.  No, I won't be putting him on blast.  It sounds lame that I wouldn't but I had done that in a feedback review years ago when I caught a doctor lying about me on a report.  I filled out my feedback and come to find out, this person added an addendum and said that I decided against treatment.  He was a real bully during the appointment that day and got angry about the dermatologist I had seen for my problem I was seeking help with and he had someone I could go to not my choice.  Apparently I called their offices and declined a test. I didn't.  It kind of shook me up that someone did that. I tried to talk to someone about it and they brushed me off. I felt like a trouble maker so I didn't say anything else.  I stopped going to that person.  It sounds terrible that I didn't say anything else but I was already feeling like I was a problem and I wasn't in a position to alienate myself from help because of someone who lied about me.  It's terrible but I figure the person who got Flonase for their anxiety can file a complaint.

I just want peace. 

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