Doctor's appointment = 3:40pm
See doctor = 4:38pm
Doctor diagnoses me with "depression" and recommends Zoloft = 4:42pm
Yup... no joke...4 mins with me for the very first time in my life and I have depression and need daily medications. WTF?!
So I went to the doctor today. I have been tossing the idea around in my head ever since I had my first panic attack in years (the first night that I was in Arizona, 02/11/12). I thought "Why do I choose to deal with something on my own, fighting through tears, shaking, inability to breathe and negative thoughts when I know full well that I could temporarily, if it gets bad enough, use medication to help calm me down?" However, I am a prideful person and thought "Eh...toughen up sister, deal with it." But that seemed to be less and less logical with each weekly panic attack. So...I finally made an appointment to go talk with a doctor. My normal family doctor is always booked out weeks and weeks in advance because she works .25 hours a month, so I just said I could see anyone. I am very knowledgeable regarding psych issues/medications and assumed between this doctor and myself we could come up with a quick solution. I've never been on any psych meds (as there's never been a need).
So, after sitting in the waiting room for almost an hour, I was called in and saw the doctor. She had me take two different SUPER short inventories, ones I am very familiar with. One a depression and the other an anxiety inventory. Cool, expected that. She then asked me what was going on. I gave her a SUPER quick (no more then 2 mins), Cliff Note's version of why I was there and she turns to the computer. I use this same computer system at work (as I work for the same company), so I am familiar with the program, and she starts typing away..."Depression," and proceeds to type in a prescription for Zoloft. I was FLOORED. Hold the phone! I said "Ummm...I don't think that I am depressed (and I did not meet the criteria for such on her inventory) and I am not interested in taking medications on a daily basis." She then looked at me and started going off about how that was her diagnosis and if I didn't agree with her she was going to get the clinic manager in here because it was "unethical" for her to change her diagnosis "just because you don't agree." I said "I don't agree because you cannot diagnose me with depression after talking to me for 4 minutes." She then deletes what she wrote and starts to write "I feel that this patient has depression and should be on Zoloft, but she is UNWILLING." SERIOUSLY!? Now I am uncooperative because you like to jump to conclusions? I said "Ma'am, I am a therapist, I know mental health and I know medications. I am not depressed. I have a good life and am happy 75% of the time. I have great coping skills and have a good support system, I just have momentary lapses where I let my silly mind get the best of me and have BRIEFLY been having panic attacks. I do not need medications every day. I need something no more then 1x a week (sometimes less) that will help me calm down when I am freaking out at night and cannot breathe." She says "You are depressed, even the mood in here is depressed, we are not joking or laughing, things are depressed." WTF?! I could be the happiest girl in the world with no anxiety and I may not be laughing at the doctor's office, who laughs at the doctor's office? You're not Dane Cook, you're a doctor...you aint funny.
She finally gets off her wanting to prescribe me Zoloft kick and tells me she's going to give me a PRN (as needed) prescription for Vistaril. Like I said, I know my medications...especially anti-anxiety ones 'cause all my patients chew em like candy. I then, very politely (since the strong self-advocacy approach clearly set her off) ASKED her "Do you think that's better then something such as Klonopin or Xanax?" She then went off again! "You have a good job, if I start prescribing you benzodiazepines (which the two medications I asked about are) you are soon going to be taking pill after pill and your life is going to be ruined. You'll end up losing your job, ect." ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!? Sorry for the language, but I was seriously offended at this point. I have been going to this clinic all my adult life. You have my records for 10+ years, I am an addiction specialist, and have NEVER in my life abused any medications. I am not asking for those medications, I was just asking if she thought that was a better option over those medications, there was absolutely no reason you needed to all of a sudden predict my future as a homeless, unemployed drug addict!
I was FURIOUS at this point and completely shut down. I felt humiliated, unheard and with less resources/solutions then when I came into the clinic. At least before I always had it in the back of my head "If this gets to be too much you can always go see a doctor." You know it took A LOT of courage and swallowing my pride to walk in those doors... do you think you facilitated a positive experience for me? One that I can look back on and say "You know, I was scared to do that, but did it and it turned out ok, I can face similar challenges!" Not so much lady! I just kind of said "UhuhBenedryl in hand.
If I was not a proponent for people NOT going to medical doctors to address psych issues before, I am even more so now! I wanted to be like "You are a family practice doctor, you treat scabies, pink eye and sore throats, wtf do you know about my 'depression?'" But I was the one that chose to go there knowing full well most medical doctors aren't well trained in mental health. I just thought that I knew myself (and mental health) well, and between her and I we could come up with a quick solution. Boy was I wrong! Gives me good perspective on dealing with my own patients and in life in general. If someone trusts you with something they are struggling with, DO NOT ABUSE THAT TRUST!!!!! Do not shame them, or throw that back in their face. It took a lot for that person to get to where they are at, to tell someone that they were hurting, and if you are that person that they entrusted with that information, FOR FUCKS SAKE HANDLE IT WITH CARE!!!! Again, sorry for the language, but that's me...if it's offensive, I'm sorry, that's not my intention, only to be genuine and give myself an outlet to be 100% me, unedited.
*sigh* So good times, that was my fun afternoon. It's pretty sweet to go to the doctor for anxiety and to leave with a butt load of anxiety. Doing ok though...talked with my mom about it and feeling fine other then a little residual irritation. Thank God I'm pretty sure there will be no panic attacks tonight, you know since I'm armed with my medication for my allergy to anxiety. Likely just gonna make another appointment with my regular family doctor for a week or so...pretty confident she'll handle things a bit differently.
*sigh* So good times, that was my fun afternoon. It's pretty sweet to go to the doctor for anxiety and to leave with a butt load of anxiety. Doing ok though...talked with my mom about it and feeling fine other then a little residual irritation. Thank God I'm pretty sure there will be no panic attacks tonight, you know since I'm armed with my medication for my allergy to anxiety. Likely just gonna make another appointment with my regular family doctor for a week or so...pretty confident she'll handle things a bit differently.



