I hate change....

The old adage, "You never know what you had, until it's gone" really has rang true for me the past couple months.  I'm not a proponent of change.  I hate change in all forms.  I'm old and get stuck in my ways and am stubborn as a mule when it comes to making those changes.

Says the man who up and quit his job, sold and packed up their house and moved across country to Southern California to start life over at the age of 51, with my pup of a husband who's only 41.

I should probably be more specific.  When it comes to my medical care and the doctors that I see, I hate change.  Despise it.  I don't like having to explain my past 30 years medical history someone all over again.  Making sure I'm not leaving out an detail, making sure I covered my basis and that they fully understand my many odd quirks, host of issues and multiple hangups.  Trust me, an initial visit with any doctor takes a while and they better sit back and get their pen and paper ready.  It's going to be a very long and bumpy ride.

I also don't like seeing a female doctors and I didn't want to see a straight one as a matter of fact.  I know, I know. But ass a gay man, I just have always felt more comfortable around another gay man, telling them all my problems whether it was extremely personal such as about my emotions and anxiety, or big issues like having to have open heart surgery or hip replacements.  Doctors cause me anxiety, no matter what kind they are and the more relaxed I am in the presence of a doctor, the better my experience will be going forward.

I was lucky to have two doctors in Dallas the past 30 years and they were more than doctors, they were friends.  People I became very close to.  My last doctor came to see me in the hospital, called me at home, emailed me to check in to see how I was doing.  He found my heart issue.  He made me to have my hips checked out.  He was there for many crucial points in my life.  I made a special point to see him before I moved an we hugged it out, while I cried.  It was like saying goodbye to my best friend or family member

Since moving here, finding the right doctor hasn't been easy.  It's been down right tough.  I have a few specialist I have to see and now, a primary care physician.  So many people to tell my long winded story of my health.

One specialist is not very personable, really young, and has a completely different way of practicing that I'm used too.  Not happy about the situation, but I'll see how it plays out over the next several months.  If I'm not happy, I'll move on.  Other specialists, I'll see over the next year.

But today, I got to meet my primary care physician that's close to home.  My story takes so long, we ran out of time today, but I think he got the gist of the situation at least.  I'm a mess medically speaking and I take a lot of pills. Let's get to work.

He wants to work with me to see if what I'm taking is still right for me and to see if there's something better, more suited to my needs.  He wants to get all files from all my doctors back in Dallas so we can go over things in more detail in a month.  He drew more blood, since obviously the 8 vials I gave a month ago that he has access too weren't enough, but that's ok.

He seems genuine, nice, friendly and truly wants to help me with my medical issues.

And get this..........he's straight.

I know!  See, I can change......