There are two trajectories that all my doctors seem to choose between. One is to automatically dismiss me due to whatever particular pre-held notions they have fit me into. The other is for me to ignite ambition in them.
The good ones take in my complicated set of issues and history, along with the accompanying untreated symptoms, and they want to be the one to finally fix me. Varying degrees of effort and time pass. Then they finally give up. They don’t solve it or refer me on but instead continue to take my money as I walk through their doors, time and time again, for med checks and changes that never work.
It’s endless. It’s hopeless. It’s futile.
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