I am free! Free from going to the surgeon's office ever again! W00t! At first I didn't think me suggesting I turn the care over to my primary care doctor (PCP) was going to fly.... but in the end I was free of any further stress from having to deal with Dr. Jeckyl/Mr. Asshole.

I arrived forty minutes early, which is about right for me. I slowly made my way up to the office, dreading every moment. At 3PM (my appointment time) they took my vitals and shoved me into a room. I sat there and text messaged until 3:40PM, when the fellow arrived. Unfortunately the last one graduated who said I would be able to transfer care and this one seemed hell bent on keeping me there. Fucking Heifer.

Me: I would like to transfer my care to my PCP.
Heifer: We like to see our patients for two years post op.
Me: (after dropping jaw at the extra year added on) Kaiser patients are released to their doctors 6 months post op.
Heifer: That is true. Do you have Kaiser?
Me: No, just 20 years as an employee of UCLA that knows the system.
Heifer: I'm going to check your labs and discuss your request with the doctor.
Me: You do that. *smiles*

By that time I was almost shaking. I just wanted it to be over with. I quickly emailed my doctor to see if he minded that I told them all to fuck off. Of all days for him to not answer back right away. I text messaged Cat about how pissed I was. She agreed. Fifteen minutes later the surgeon came in, followed by the Fellow.

Doctor Meltdown: Who is this? I don't even recognize you. *smiles*
Me: (I can play the nice nice game too) *smiles back* Thank you!
Doctor Meltdown: So I hear you want your care transfered to your doctor.
Me: *smiles sweetly* Yes sir.
Doctor Meltdown: Well, since your doctor and I work closely together with our patients I see nothing wrong with that. Let me know if you have any issues. (holds out hand)
Me: Of course! (shakes hand)

And with that the saga of dealing with him was over. Done. Finished... No more stressing out over dealing with him. No more hour appointments that are 45 minutes of waiting. I practically clicked my heels as I ran down the stairs and scared some old biddy with my squealing into the phone.

I appreciate what he did surgically. I AM a different person outside. Rather... I'm back to the old me. Pre-car accident, when I was able to hop around and not be in total pain. I've still got a ways to go with my back, but it's NOTHING compared to a just year ago, when simply washing the dishes locked my back and made me almost immobile. For the rest... the freaking out on me when I complained about a staff member, threatening me instead of asking me for my side and threatening me as a patient and an employee.... he can kiss my ass.

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