Providor to Patient: First Appointment.

The room itself would have been fine if it didn't have the psychological hindering that it had once been a bathroom converted for telemed conferencing. One glaring florescent light sat above you but it might as well been a lone bulb swinging back and forth like an old noir film. The screen fizzled and the image of a doctor 2,000 miles away came on. Her camera was so high it was like watching an old lady driving. We talked about the same things as always. I hoped I answered the same as every other time so I wouldn't look like a liar. She seemed a bit goofy but genuine. This time I left with drugs waiting at the pharmacy.

I started on the meds and they seemed to work other than keeping me sleepy all day. The next appointment was funny. I had a new doctor, a nurse practitioner who told me that Dr. B**** wouldn't be back. I found out later she was institutionalized for being a nut job...nice. The NP changed my meds making me worse bringing back the nightmares and the anxiety. B may have been crazy but at least she was a doctor.

I begged not to get the NP again so I get a new doc. He was a shrink in Vietnam and was great. He made sure the records said PTSD and talked me through a lot of my issues. I loved the guy. One small issue he was retiring in two weeks.

The next doctor, I hoped, would be better.