My doc rocks!

My specialist is a good guy and I'm pretty lucky to have him treating me. I don't quite know how I got to become one of his patients, but I think it was because my old GP was a friend of his...or something like that. I'm doubly lucky, because he's the Director of Intensive Care in one of our major private hospitals and one of the better sleep specialists - and I'm seeing him as a public patient, not private, because I was referred, so I don't pay a cent.

I mentioned here that he's been away on leave the last month or so and my prescription ran out while he was away. I rang the sleep centre at the hospital and asked if anybody else could fill a prescription for me, but nobody else had authority. Makes sense, I guess, that just anyone can't write out a script for a Government approved narcotic...

Needless to say, I've been feeling like total crap the last couple of weeks. I don't notice how much difference the drugs make till I haven't been on them for a while. I..noticed..it..a..LOT..lately!

But this is why my doc rocks... I don't even have to see him to get more drugs. I rang his secretary and told her my prescription had run out, she checked my address and said they'd send a new one out today. Hopefully, I'll be saying hello to my old, perky self by the end of the week! I cannot wait!

Gotta love a doc who makes me better without even having to see him.