On May 2nd, I wrote about how I had a nutritionist appointment coming up on May 20th. Well, less than 10 minutes after I had written that, my phone rang. It was the nutritionist's receptionist calling to let me know that after Dr. R (the nutritionist or dietitian, I forget which one she was) saw that I am pregnant and dealing with an eating disorder, she decided she didn't have the "resources" to help me. And neither did the other dietitian in the clinic.
On the one hand, I get that. I'm sure eating disorders are a pretty difficult area to manage when you're a dietitian. Pregnancy, too, is probably a more complex thing to deal with. I also understand that most dietitians specialize in helping people with diabetes or pre-diabetes, or obesity, and that's great because those things seem to be getting worse and worse all the time in this country.
On the other hand, being a Registered Dietitian isn't exactly like being an oncologist! Granted, I know basically nothing about what it takes to become a specialist, but... my eating disorder really isn't the BIGGEST issue right now (and I did say that over the phone when I made the appointment initially.) The main reason why my eating disorder matters in this situation is actually more by way of an explanation for WHY I'm seeking more extensive nutrition advice than just what I get from my OB.
The second thing I forgot to mention in yesterday's entry was that I have an appointment with my therapist, H, today. I haven't seen her since December. My insurance decided she wasn't helping me much back then and cut me down to once per week, which I knew wouldn't help at all.
I emailed H in April and told her I was pregnant. I knew she would be interested to know that. She said, "Let me know if you want to come back and see me!" I didn't think I would. But the other night I had a huge blow out with Corky. Neither of us is dealing with our stress/anxiety well. So I emailed H and said, "Okay... maybe I want to come back and see you." She said, "Great! How about Tuesday!" Lol. That was easy! The not-so-easy part is that her office moved (again!) and parking is hit-or-miss, so I'm going to have to leave really early and go around and around until I find a spot. Normally I'd just park wherever and walk over there, but with the increase of cramping and spotting I've had over the weekend, I don't really want to walk at all! (I can't believe I just typed those words.)
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