I wasn’t comfy with the psychiatrist, either. I was warned he basically had a vendetta against caffeine, which was fine since I learned from hard experience it and me don’t mix. But with no counseling in place, I found his brisk and somewhat impersonal demeanor harder to deal with.
To cut right to the point, I had contemplated moving to the agency my records were moved to. There was a counselor there I figured I could trust, since he is a family friend, but I could not see him due to conflicts of interest before. (It was shortly after my last inpatient visit.) But I did not expect my hand to be forced so soon, and not of my own volition. I figured I’d give the doc at Sunderland a chance, even though he did not seem to understand my eating and sleeping behaviors were too wacky to get a proper cholesterol test along with the usual med and TCH levels (thyroid) crap. Stories with the vampires… errrr, phlebotomists will be another time. (Lab work… good times. Heh.)
So now I have to call the records department at Sunderland again (because I had to do this for my disability hearing) and make sure they sent the right records, and then call the new place and make sure they got it, *and* schedule a new appointment.
Isn’t it great when the news affects YOU directly? (Not really.)