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"Just A Spoonful of Sugar"

..."helps the medicine go down." When I was little, the only way anyone would be able to get me to take medicine was to sing that Mary Poppin's tune. After making them sing the entire song I would finally take my medicine and all in all, I was a happy little girl. All I can say now is boy, how things have changed! Nowadays I am happy to take any medication to cure my ailments but the new problem seems to be finding a doctor that will actually help me. I have gone to see a lot of doctors, a lot of whom like to prescribe medicine that doesn't help. These doctors are not big on listening apparently.

I hate going to doctors who don't listen and who don't help. It is for this reason that I have pretty much sworn them off. However, after suffering for 4 months straight I finally hit my "cave moment" and called my Gynocologist. My Gyno you say? Yes, he is the only doctor I see regularly and whose advice I somewhat trust in other general matters.

This time though, he said he would feel better if I went to see his friend, Dr. Patel, an internist/lung specialist. A lot of times I will make appointments only to cancel them later because if I get a weird vibe, I conclude, it is a waste of time and money. Prior to my "cave moment" I had scheduled an appointment about two months in only to cancel it because I thought I was getting better. Wrong. I only went on to suffer more and get my butt further kicked by allergens.

Suffice to say, this time I didn't cancel the appointment because feeling miserable for 4 months day in and day out is no fun. Plus, when your chest is so heavy you think you are going to die because you can't breathe, it's probably time to see a doctor, even a bad one. Begrungedly, I made an appointment. I was surprised that I was able to get in so quickly. Only a two day wait as compared to a 3 week wait like the first doctor I called and cancelled on.

I went in and I met Dr. Patel and I was completely and utterly shocked that he appeared to be listening to me. He even told me that I had said something 5 times and that meant there was a problem he needed to fix. I couldn't believe he actually seemed to care about my suffering. What a refreshing change! At the end of the visit he gave me a hug and said "Don't worry we will fix you up." How sweet is that? In one visit the guy has totally wrapped me around his fingers. I will listen to anything he tells me to do. I guess that is what you call TRUST. Listen to Dr. Patel meant taking a daily cocktail of 2 nasal sprays and a Zyrtec gel cap. Happy to listen to his advice, I did what he said and you know what? I feel a ton better.

The moral of my story is don't be like me and avoid doctors, rather seek out someone you can trust and go see them. Cuz, as Dr. Patel proves there are some caring doctors out there, they are just hard to find!!! Anyhow, I am happy to report I am feeling much better these days.

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