OMG A Real Doctor? I'm in SHOCK!

I think I finally found a good doctor! I'm hesitant to say anything in case he was just on his best behavior for the first appointment or I jinks it by by expressing my shock and joy.

This is the doctor I've been trying to see for years and just recently subjected myself to his new nurse practitioner or the orange-coned oxymoron. Because I "established care" with her, I can see him! What a game they play! But I went along with it and very apprehensively, made an appointment to see him. I was ready to be disappointed, expecting the worst yet hoping for a good outcome. Or at least a tolerable experience.

He was friendly, considerate, patient, incredibly knowledgeable, and a really, really, really good listener. He did not stink! He asked good questions, had wonderful insight, and then when I asked him about prices instead of telling me it wasn't his job to know prices like the oxymoron did, he actually knew prices! Then he looked at my chart which you'd think would be a given for any health care provider. He asked if I had recent labs. I actually brought copies of my recent labs to the oxymoron appointment, but she never even bothered to ask even with my "thyroid problems" marked on my intake paperwork. What an idiot! The doctor didn't push any procedures or drugs, but asked about them and was very respectful when I said, "Nope, can't do that." or "No way in hell will I ever do that again!" I have heard from others he opposes pharmaceuticals and will opt for any other kind of treatment first.

Wow! Pinch me I must be dreaming!

And unlike the oxymoron's nurse, the doctor's nurse didn't stink! She was also friendly and wonderful.

I still can't believe this...but I am hopeful!

Happy Valentine's Day to me!

Scentsy

Scentsy is an air freshener product line featuring scented candles, oils, diffusers and other items of questionable toxic stink. Unlike ScentAir who's mission is to poison people in public spaces, Scentsy's goal is to poison everyone's private space. Their catch is preying on the unemployed and poverty-stricken by getting the unenlightened and mentally ill to host parties and/or sell their products at fairs and festivals for some extra pocket money. It's become very popular and just the presence of one booth contaminates the whole area making these recreational opportunities impossible for anyone with MCS. This was my experience all last summer. Every where I went there were Scentsy salespeople looking cheap and haggard trying to get me to give them money.

So...I paint rocks and now belong to about a dozen rock groups. Many months ago I painted a Harry Potter-themed rock for a new Harry Potter-themed rock trading post. I spent a long time on the rock and I admit, I chose a relatively unusual subject: Winky, the drunken elf. I can't remember what book she is from - maybe number 5?

When I got to the trading post, there were very few rocks and a whole lot of painted shells that looked like they were done by five year olds. Oh, how sweet! OK, call me a rock snob, but I'm not trading a rock I spent four hours painting for a shell that had been fingerpainted. Yes, I am working on my New Year's resolution to be more generous, but it's a work in progress. I was warned by others and I have found first hand some trading posts are created by parents with children so they can get free "toys" for their kids. This is fine if you want to spend hours and hours painting rocks and give them away. I'm not Santa Claus. I'm not interested. So I held on to Winky thinking at some point an opportunity would present itself and she would find a good home.

Not too long ago a young woman posted on one of the rock groups that she was a Harry Potter fan who once owned a Harry Potter-themed rock. When she would have a panic attack she would hold the rock and it made her feel calm. For some very odd reason she kept the rock outside (?) and someone recently stole it. She was heartbroken. She begged the group for a Harry Potter rock so she could use it for therapy.

Her story was an incredibly long tear-jerker, three times as long as my very short synopsis, on and on about how sad she was. Everyone sent their condolences and wished her well with lots of gushing sympathy. I was skeptical. Her story was excessively heart-wrenching, felt manipulative, and keeping a rock one cherishes outside doesn't even make sense. But I thought Winky would be perfect for her and if she really needs such a rock to get her through the day, she might be the perfect recipient.

I posted a comment on her post without giving too much information. Sent it. Then I thought maybe I should check to see who she is and find out if her story might have some glimmer of truth or if she's a scam artist scamming for free art. It's amazing the information you can find out about a person on Facebook.

I don't know if she's a scam artist, but she is a Scentsy salesperson! Oops. That screams stupid, but the thought of my Winky in a smelly house made me sick to my stomach. Just looking at the Scentsy website makes me nauseous. Needless to say, I was really disappointed. OK, maybe even angry at a society that allows toxic stink to pollute the environment. I considered, Oh, just give it to her! But then I imagined having to meet her and smell the toxic stench rising from her clothes. I couldn't. I have principles even if those principles make me in to a raving bitch at times. Smelling Scentsy products inflames my brain and makes me really irritable anyway. It wouldn't surprise me if Scentsy is the cause of her panic attacks.

I deleted my comment to her. Stinky people and people who promote and spread stink will never get anything from me if I can help it. I'll hold onto Winky for the next opportunity for generosity.