Missing the Military...sometimes

Sometimes I miss the military life. I miss the base housing that power and water were paid for, I miss the medical with no co-pay, and I miss the inexpensive commisary and base exchange. I miss the steady paycheck twice a month, rather than the once a month disability check.
However, what I don't miss about the military are the doctors themselves. While I did have one AWESOME PA (PA Hot Stuff), I don't miss the doctors who treated me like crap, and the ones who said "It's a good thing you're miscarrying because you're too young to have children." or the one who brushed me off when I has a three month long period. That's right: THREE MONTHS. It didn't end until The Bald Man got out of the service and we moved up here. I go into my first doctor's appointment up here and the only good doc in the practice (the practice the last blog is directed to) was able to fix it right away. Not only did the other one brush me off, but after the ultrasound I INSISTED on to check for endometrosis the string of pearls was visible but dismissed. I finally got my records from the military after the bleeding ended, and as soon as I showed them to Good Doc, he was able to diagnose me with PCOS, and continued to say that it should have been diagnosed years ago.
All that misery, seriously, just makes me happy I am out of that lifestyle. There are other things I don't miss, like the cattiness and bitchiness that sometimes comes with military wives (except for a few, like Mad Cow and Baking Queen), and the regs for behavior of wives.

A letter to my old doctor's office (what I wanted to write!)

To whom it SHOULD concern:

Yes, I am overweight. I already know this, seeing as how I live with my body every day, so there is no need to point this out to me. In other words, do not assume I am oblivious or stupid.
I am not stupid, so your patronizing tone is not necessary. Surprisingly, I do know how to read and write, and I can understand basic medical concepts. That bachelors degree in psychology hanging in my house is not just for show.
With that education, I do know how to do research. When I'm given a diagnosis that affects my day to day life, I am going to do my research and learn about different treatment options. I suggest that you keep up on your research if you plan on treating patients at all.
That being said, the lack of respect and dedication to keeping up on research from the staff of this practice is why I am taking my business elsewhere. I would rather be treated like an intelligent human being, not like an imbecile. I would rather be able to see my doctor within two weeks of calling, not having to call two months in advance to get an appointment to get an appointment with the one practitioner who listens.

Sincerely,

The person with a brain