Highlights from my trip to VA clinic this past week:
Inform my doctor from India (if she is really a doctor, who knows these days?) about muscle cramp in my neck, telling her I am using DMSO on it. She don't know what it is and looks it up on her phone. mumbles while reading through the particulars but clearly reads the line "not approved by FDA" with a frown on her face. I told her that's a plus in my book.
Tell her I want to get testosterone which reveals another frown on her face. Inform her of Hegseth order to test and prescribe T to all active duty males. She wasn't familiar with the new program.
I asked didn't she want the males in the military to be more masculine and tougher?
She said she wants all the military to be "safe". She continues to tell me about all the bad side effects of T. I asked if she informs all the other patients about the side effects of the vaccines the VA is pushing. She didn't answer.
Going to the fucking Dr these days is like entering a den of snakes.
On the bright side I wasn't waiting in an endless waiting room like it used to be. The VA is much more efficient these days in providing questionable care to vets.