Fucking yes! The DSN just called, finally. She’s wrangled us an appointment for 25th of this month, to start Victoza! Everyone’s boneless with relief, and there’s crying and laughing in the streets. Literally!
One of our biggest triggers is medical neglect. Fuck knows, we’ve been put through enough of it in the past ten years. Doctors who think they know it all have nearly killed us twice, no joke. We’ve had to fight every step of the way to get the meds cocktail we have that works, and to get the diagnoses of things we knew we had, but weren’t believed about. That just freaks us out, the not believing us thing. Ugh.
We have an excellent Medical Team, Inside. They’ve read up on everything possible to do with our conditions, to the point where we know as much as our GP. Hell, even our GP says so! He’s a good guy, our GP, but it’s taken us 10 years to find him *sigh*. Our Medical folk read the British medical journals, own the latest BNF (British National Formulary, the prescribing bible!) and ne’er a drug passes our lips (or anywhere else lol) without being fully researched. Can you tell we don’t trust doctors?
Anyways, time to go listen to early Adam Ant, and grin a lot!