As I mentioned earlier, I met with a new doctor today. I really liked my previous one but life changes made him choose between his practice and family. I'm thrilled he decided on family. More respect.
Anyway, my anxiety hit the roof when my new doc walked in and the first words out of his mouth were, "What do I need to say to you that all of this (gesturing to my file) is all in your head? I think you like playing the victim and I don't have time for victims." I actually made myself proud that I didn't get so angry to cause physical harm. I didn't say a word, gathered my things and walked out of the room. I heard him say, "well there goes another one." Not sure what he meant and I don't want to dive too deep into it. I stopped at the front desk and requested my files. Told them I would wait and I prayed he didn't come around the corner. He didn't so I'm not in jail. Just back to the drawing board. Why is it so hard for the medical field to believe that fibro is real?
No sleep for me tonight...