As you know, I went to see my new primary doctor on Tuesday. Last fall, I decided that I needed a doctor who I could see for everyday woes (like when I get a sinus infection) that would also be aware of the my chronic health issues. Someone who could figure out when I need to see a specialist - a clearinghouse in the flesh. I love my naturopath, but I needed someone within the allopathic loop as well. I had high expectations for this doctor; someone who gets me. Someone that understands that I don't want to take unnecessary medicine, that I like to employ common sense first, and that I am raising two kids and have a suburban mom lifestyle (read: busy). I need to be able to function because I am the primary caregiver and my husband sometimes leaves me lonesome, earning the big bucks.

I found her the first time out.

When I explained last winter that I was concerned that my cold would become a sinus infection right before my trip to see Greg's family, she got it. I only take antibiotics when it gets really bad and after I have used the neti pot, drank gallons of water, rested and used decongestant and expectorant. Instead of making me wait or some hogwash, she wrote not one, but two prescriptions to have on hand for the winter, just in case. (I haven't used either.) She understood that Sjogren's could make me more susceptible to sinus problems, and conveyed a sense of understanding - that it wasn't my fault. She understood that I do the best I can to prevent infection, but hey, if it happens, no problem, take these. Imagine that: a doctor that partners with me.

When I saw her Tuesday, she had a nurse studying with her. It was clear that the intern had an intensive medical background and I enjoyed listening to them discuss what would be the best treatment to start with. I joked that I was looking for a magic cream, that I wanted to feel better and start walking again. She looked at me and offered encouragement, that if this particular pill didn't work, we can try others. To not give up, we'll find something. Contrast this with the dentist that explained that I could lose my teeth. Young. Or with the prospect of eating only blended foods and this is a welcomed trend - optimism.

So I started taking Neurontin and Lodine this week. You can hear me whine about how sleepy it has made me here and here. But I am thankful for hope and a doctor that listens.


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