Yesterday I wrote a post where I was steaming mad. I'm not steaming mad now, so let me recap (I did take the post down; if you want to see it for some reason, email me, and I'll send it to you.). My doctor is quitting his practice (again). There is a replacement doctor. They did not inform the hcg patients the new doctor has a different protocol. I called two days before starting (as always), to arrange to pick up my meds, and was informed I could not.
The new doctor insists upon new and more appointments (I already had an appointment with my now-former doctor to launch this new cycle), and a two week pre-program protocol. So, I freaked. All I could think of was how I'd not be able to start the cycle now, that I'd have to wait a month, and how that would mess everything up (already backdated vacation plans, etc.). And the added expense.
I was angry at pretty much everybody concerned, especially my former, and forced new, doctors. The receptionist said if I wanted to do it at all, there was no choice but to come in and have an appointment. I argued my points (of which there were many) again and again: no dice. Who likes to feel bullied and powerless? I could not talk to Mark (who's not contactable at his school unless case of dire emergency). I felt more mad.
I decided to go in and see, as the receptionst told me everybody in my situation is mad (and she wishes TPTB would let people know in advance so everybody would not be mad at her--fair enough--and be prepared). She said somebody else had gotten a special dispensation to do the old protocol.
So I prayed like mad, and went in, hoping for the best (but expecting the worst). It went fine. I was allowed to pick up my meds (as this is my fourth cycle) and do it the old style. We agreed if I did another cycle after this one that I'd do it her style (which I can see already has merits).
I wish they had of been considerate to all and sent out a message saying if you intend to do the program, even if you're a veteran, that the new doctor must see you and she has a different way of doing things--a way that involves two weeks prep. I would have been mad, yes, but I would have done it and not felt like the rug was ripped out from under me. I even regret the timing as her protocol sounds like it might be better for me in the long run. But I don't feel like I can spare the extra month with our trip to Texas coming up almost immediately after I stabilize.
So, now you know. Up .4 today, but I'm NOT freaking out. I didn't eat anything off program, and sometimes these things happen.
Loading tomorrow. I'm still worried about doing this diet during Mark's teaching. Despite using all my super powers of planning and organization, this week has been hard. I fear trying to manage all feeling as bad as I do on the program. But as I said before, if it's a nightmare and it's harming my family life, I'll abort the mission after a short program. 15-20 pounds is, if you'll pardon the pun, huge at this stage of my program.
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