I went to the doctor today.
I'm not going to post all my personal medical stuff, but I am going to say that the difference between my old budget doctor and my new one is HUGE. At the old one, I felt like a cow being herded through the stalls. It was horrendous. You were weighed by nurses, then waited for the doctor, who pretty much gave me the same lecture about my weight every time I went, gave me a prescription and sent me out the door. No points to the person who guesses why I stopped going.
The new doctor costs about three times as much to visit, but I felt like I was being listened to, and that my health was being cared for. I also found out that the treatment the old doctor had put me on was like a sticking plaster over the real problem - it addressed one of the symptoms, but not the ones I really cared about. It didn't help me to lose the weight by looking at the underlying causes. I was herded through and given what was effectively a placebo.
And that pisses me off.
The new doctor is, admittedly, a holistic practice, who have a different perspective. They also use natural medicine where it's called for - which is something I'm a big fan of.
So now I'm on two supplements - one to aid weight loss and one to help fix the symptoms I care about. We're not even bothering with the old medicine. I've now got scans and bloods to look forward to in the next week, before going back to work out what we can do.
The biggest thing, however, is I've got to lose the weight. I've got to eat better and I've got to exercise. My PCOS is directly linked to my weight. They both cause and exacerbate each other, so while I might want to sit on the couch and stuff my face with chips, I am now under doctor's orders to get off my ass and go for a walk.
Which is exactly what I'm going to do tonight... right after ANTM is finished.