The past thirty days I will not get back again. The taste of rice ice cream and coconut milk yogurt shall linger. And I will tell the doctor that her imposed anti-inflammatory diet did not work. She was adament in her philisophy that the foods I was eating were the root cause of my migraines. I was left with a slip of paper declaring no glutens, no dairy, no sugar, no soy and honestly wondered what I had done to be handed down this sentence. My attempts at reasoning with her were met with dismissal. She didn’t care that I’d done anti this and that separately; they had to be done altogether.
I don’t know what this doctor will have as a rebuttal for this latest failure. She doesn’t get me. That’s all fine and good really. She doesn’t have to get me. I’ll get someone who does even if I have to go through several doctors to find the right one.
And on the neuro front, things are not going well either. My neurolgist is leaving in March. His Physician’s Assistant seems clueless. My last appointment with her was a total repeat of the one I had previously. What the hell? I drove an hour one way to be asked the same questions as last time. Her notes were not updated. She didn’t know I’d had side effects from the increase in dosage of calcium blocker she’d prescribed – there was no record on the computer of my call and the subsequent dose lowering. This to me is not cool. I wasted time coming in and not getting anywhere.
So the migraine saga continues. I know not to expect smooth sailing, but to be stuck in the same spot or travel backwards is frustrating. I keep waiting to catch a break somewhere, but with the current doctors I have, I’m not too confidant that it’ll be anytime soon.