The doctor February 23, 2009
I went to the doctor today. I have a new one and wanted to meet her. I have a HMO because since I am not working - I can’t afford to pay the extra for the PPO. But that is a different subject. So, I went to her to break her in and so she will have my file and information on me in case I really do need to see her. She ordered blood work and fun stuff to do and she told me she would like me to lose 20 pounds. Now ladies, I am impressed. I have NEVER had a doctor tell me to lose weight. She also told me to exercise more. Again, NEVER has a doctor said that to me before. So I might like her. I go back in May for follow up. I will lose weight because I don’t want to see her and not lose. I don’t want to get a beat down.
I have been suffering from anxiety/panic attacks/chemical imbalance/hormone imbalance pick a name because no one has one for several months. It has sucked the big wang. I did get a call from my birthmom who told me that she started having anxiety when she was my age. But that’s about all the insight she gave me. The attacks are under control thanks I am sure to Lexapro although I did have one, albeit a small one last Tuesday. Thank goodness hubby was home. Although he worries because for awhile, when it was bad, I was agorophobic. That sucked. I do realize I have some issues to work through - ones I have kept hidden and buried. Pretending they don’t matter because it happend a long time ago. But it does matter. I bite my nails like a fiend and I will tell you a secret - I have trichotillomania. I pull my hair out. I go through phases and sometimes will have a bald spot on my head. Been doing this for years. Never knew what it was until a couple of years ago. Wow! When I read about it and that it had a name, I didn’t feel so freakish anymore. Sure I look normal - whatever that is. But I have a few kinks to work out. And it’s okay. I realized that people have problems and never deal with them or acknowledge them. My adoptive family is that way. But being that way was destroying me. And I don’t want to be destroyed. What I have gone though and what I know gives me the ability to understand others and feel compassion for them. My therapist, yes I go to one of those too now, told me that it is amazing I never turned to drugs or alcohol. My siblings did. But I couldn’t. I had my daughter to take care of and she deserved a good mother. And I have been the very best mother I could possibly be. Besides, I couldn’t fail. My adoptive mom would have taken my daughter and there was no way in Hell I was going to give her the ammunition or opportunity to do that.
Because of the doctor, I know I will lose weight by May. Besides I have to anyway. Aren’t we in this boat together like the 3 Musketeers but more?
I think I will take a nice soothing shower. I hope you are all being kind to yourselves too.
Big hugs
xoxoxo