It was back to the ER yesterday. We made it to the parking lot of my doc's office and I couldn't get out of the car. I was too weak and felt like I would faint again. The hospital is right across the street, so I asked Ed just to go ahead and take me there. He had to use a wheelchair to get me in. We got to the window to sign in, and the lady ignored us. She was talking to a friend who was leaving for the day, and just didn't even seem to care that we were there. So I showed my butt a little and banged loudly on the Plexiglas to get her attention. That worked.

Once inside the ER, it was a repeat of the last time. An IV was started, blood was taken and a urine sample. The blood work came back okay, with the exception that my sodium level was low. My urine had blood in it, but there was no other sign of an infection, so they were left drawing blanks. No one seems to know whats wrong with me. They sent me home again.

While I was in the ER, Ed took paperwork over to my doc's office. The papers had to be filled out and signed by the doc in order for me to get my insulin from the PPARX program. He was told to pick them up this morning. We both went this morning to get them, since I was feeling a little better. And guess what? They had lost them! I wouldn't have been that upset, except this is not the first time. They have lost multiple things from my file. And this was about the 3rd time they've lost these exact papers.

Well, needless to say Ed was ticked. But he waited for them to fill out new papers. They gave him back a single paper and sent him back to the car. Well, first of all, there is suppose to be 2 papers, not 1. Second, they forgot to put the doc's license number and expiration date on the paper they did give us. So Ed had to go back in again to get that fixed. The girl at the window was extremely rude. She didn't want to get off her butt in order to help us. And what eventually topped the cake is that she knew all about my ER visit, and asked Ed if I was still on that "CRAZY" diet that was causing all my problems.

Not only is that a HIPPA violation, but I'm not on a crazy diet. All I'm doing is cutting down on portion size and eating better. But supposedly the ER nurse told another nurse that probably told another nurse about my condition and by the time it got to the doc's office nurses, the information was totally screwed. So basically my doc's office thinks I'm doing this to myself. That its my fault because of the eating plan I'm on.

They won't listen to my theory about it being the combination of meds I'm on. Even though my friend, Katherine (and thank you K) sent me online info about others who have had Strattera effect their blood sugar levels. So I'm done. I'm beyond mad. They've pushed my patience with their unprofessionalism and I'm through with them. On Monday, I'm calling another office to get a new doctor to take my case. I've just had it. Ed's had it. We've ALL had our fill, and its time to move on.

The rant is now over, and on to the good.

Since stopping the strattera, my bs seems to be getting a little better. The diarrhea is officially gone, I hope forever! The vomitting has stopped. I haven't been dizzy today either, and thats ALWAYS good. And I stepped on the scale this morning and I am down 26 lbs. I've lost over 4 inches off my waist. Over 3 1/2 inches off my chest and about 4 inches off my hips. So I'm happy with that atleast....now if only I can get the rest of my life in order. :)