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Okay, I can finally stop talking about that doctor now. I pretty much suspected the temporary assistants (that normally work in the lab) in his office were not giving him my messages directly. The usual girl sadly might have to go on disability because she might need a new liver. Anyway, I remembered several months ago when this happened he actually called me from his personal cell phone. He had been calling the wrong number, and when he realized this he was apparently home for the weekend. He had texted me first to explain he was about to call. So today, I remembered that, and thought well, he could get really mad that I bothered him at his personal number or he could realize his current staff is woefully ignorant on how to run the office, and he lives in la la land. Or, a third option: I need to talk to my doctor and I did what I had to do. So I texted him and a few hours later he called me to have our appointment. We went over everything, he changed my medication (for the better in my opinion), and I won’t have to see him for another month. He actually said, why don’t we try this medication for a week, and if it doesn’t work we’ll switch you back. I told him I’d rather not do that because I can’t be guaranteed to get to talk to him in a week. He took that well, and I hope I said it with enough humor. Anyway, thank goodness.