Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Really, Doctor?

Most mornings, I read every ones blog with the intention of going back later to comment.  I find that I do this a lot with emails too and then forget. So, for what it's worth, I read you guys and have profound thoughts about what you have written but I'm usually too pressed for time to share them with you. ;-)

Sober daughter has had the worst luck with idiot doctors these last 6 months.  I'm having a hard time not calling or writing a couple of them to ask "what the hell?"  She is on the 3rd shrink and can not undergo any more changes in that area until all her meds are stable but jeez louise I want to stalk this lady thru a dark alley and her receptionist too.  I'm thinking the shrink must be alcoholic because she spends a lot of time trying to convince sober girl that there is nothing wrong with drinking and has even quoted medical studies about wine being good for ones' heart.  Sober girl tells me (during my outrage) that she just doesn't have the energy to explain alcoholism to the doctor. 

I am not looking forward to the day.  I'm tired and I did not get much sleep last night.  When you share a bed with a large man AND a Great Dane it makes for hot flashes and being shoved over to about 6 inches of bed space.  I'm going to need to ask God for some physical stamina as well as spiritual strength for the next 24 hours.

I am grateful for a sober daughter who has conceded to her inner most self that she is an alcoholic and no one can convince her other wise. 

10 comments:

Mary Christine said...

If that doc is part of a practice, they might want to know about her extremely dangerous advice.

But I really believe that God works for good for those who are striving towards him - your daughter sounds like one. This doc might be deepening her deepest convictions.

I hope you have an easy day with your tired body.

Kristin H. said...

I agree with Mary Christine. The advice this woman is giving your daughter is potentially harmful. And the woman is an idiot.

Big strength today, love :-)

Lou said...

Andrew felt every one of his psychs were idiots. A part of every day was spent calling around to find someone better. I learned the hard way he would have to figure it out on his own.

I also learned every person's situation is different. It goes against my nature not to offer advice, but I trust Pammie Poteet, SD, and God will find a solution beyond my comprehension.

Mary LA said...

I would join you in stalking that therapist.

Great Danes are a major inconvenience but utterly lovable. I have to sit and read in the evenings with my huge dog sprawled across my lap while I get pins and needles, cramps in my thighs and a crushing pain in my lower back. He just gives me a happy look once in a while.

I wouldn't share a bed with the husband though. The dog needs more space.

dAAve said...

Go Astros! Or whoever they may be.

tearlessnights said...

I sleep with a little 10 pound dog and she STILL tries to hog the bed and affects my sleep... I don't know how you do it with a Great Dane!!!! :)
I am sorry the shrink sucks - for ME as a codependent that would be scary... I would want to stalk too.
Thankful your daughter has strength in sobriety today!
xo

Syd said...

I don't think many shrinks understand alcoholism. I went for years to one who was alcoholic and he never connected the dots that my anger was related to alcoholism. Finally, I went to a psychologist who understood the pain of living with alcoholism.

Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

Knowing that one is an alcoholic despite what one's "friends" may say has been my situation too. How often did I hear, early on in my sober journey, "Hey it's ok, we'll just have one." There's no such thing as just one for me; if I could have just one i wouldn't be an alcoholic, but I cannot stop at one and therein lies the problem. One is never enough and getting started will definitely end poorly. I am glad that your daughter Knows and Protects herself from those who steer her in the wrong direction-like that wack-o shrink.

Marcia said...

sometimes I just don't know what to say, that's why I don't comment. Like this time.

Patty said...

I feel so blessed to have had two wonderful therapists who cheered me on in sobriety.
Funny, I sleep with a very large man and a little kitten in a king size bed, and I end up with 6 inches of space and either no covers, or a huge pile of covers kicked over on top of me! Aint life grand! Love you, barefoot Pammie ;*