Today my doctor TRIED to give me a two week supply of my pain medicine earlier, saying I needed to come in every two weeks for a refill. Ha! I don't think so!! I wasn't about to accept that, and was very vocal about it. So he relented and gave me a month's supply just so I'd go away. We both knew that he only wants me to come in every two weeks so he could bill my insurance for more office visits.
He's used to dealing with patients who never question him. After all these years, he should KNOW I'm not like that. He's beyond annoying, and I'd like to find another doctor; but with the crackdown on prescription painkillers, I'd NEVER find someone who'd give me as many drugs as he does. 🥳 So, I put up with his moodiness and unprofessionalism.
Sometimes I actually feel sorry for him. Why? Well, whenever he sees me waiting for him in the exam room he looks SO defeated. Like an inmate walking towards the gas chamber. 😄 He's already half-heartedly tried to drop me as a patient (via letter) but that didn't work. He knows that I'd move heaven and earth to have his license yanked if he stopped giving me my medicine. Mind you, I have SO much on this dude. Like seeing him accept cash from pharmaceutical reps, among other things. Yeah, BIG no no!
In other news, I'm STILL too lazy to make Hamburger Helper. I might dash over to Del Taco later, and get tacos or nachos. 🌮