Spent some time at my GP today, a followup to a visit earlier where I was written for BP meds. Now, I dislike any medication, and it is my goal to get off them, but today was just a nice little treat.

In several years, I have not heard one word about blood pressure. Not. One. Word. Now, I gotta take meds. So I take them, but the annoyance plus the expense plus whatever side effects I’m sure they’ll have just add up to leave me the fuck alone, you bitch. Today I ask her what it’s gonna take to get back off.

“Nothing, You’ll be on these meds forever”

So, four months ago, I didn’t need them at all, and now I need them for the rest of my life. And when I press her, she says “you need to lose 100 lbs and get your bp down to 90/60 before we’ll even talk about losing the meds”. In other words, no. I know you can’t do that, so I will make no efforet whatsoever.

Time for a new md. I’ve gotten some good reccomendations for finding a new MD from a couple people I have come to trust, and I’m gonna be following them, and hopefully it brings me to a physician who will work with me and not irritate me to the point where I’m insane with anger.

Every encounter I have had with the medical profession in the last ten years has ended with a decreased quality of life on my part. I’m beginning to believe Steve’s assessment of the profession is the most accurate one- if you ignore them you’ll have a better life.