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The nurse today gave me a nasty look, but at least not a lecture, when I admitted I don't exercise because I'm too tired. I sleep 12-14 hours a day and gave nonstop headaches. When and where would I find the energy? To say nothing of my actual, literal fucked knee and the fact that moderate heart rate increases and parasympathetic nervous activation cause me to have panic attacks, hallucinations, flashbacks, migraines, and what may or may not be absence seizures.

The neurologists decided I have sleep apnea because in overweight. I don't snore, wake myself up, have breathing difficulties, dry mouth, breathlessness, stop breathing, gasp, have high blood pressure, have a large neck girth, have family history of apnea, or sleep on my back. But I'm fat and tired. So it's apnea.

I'm so tired of doctors.

Even with a good primary care doctor, the fact is, she's almost an hour drive away, and my specialists are so such a crap shot, and I'm just so tired.

I'm so tired and I can't ever sleep enough

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Fair enough. If I thought there was any way to actually get anyone to care about him being a blatant scam artist, I'd probably go a different route than, like, Freaky Friday as torture. But I live in a town that's 80% black and 70% within the food stamps margin, so like. No one gives a shit about scammy assholes running rampant.

I think the vitamin brand was called metagenesis, but it's been about two months and the dude's website just keeps trying to sell me his stupid book, so that's not super helpful. Each individual bottle was like, you know, realistically priced for a high end vitamin, in the 50-90 dollar range. But then he was telling me I needed to take 18 a fucking day, which, my dude, what the fuck, that's over a thousand dollars a month. Because each bottle was for a different micro-nutrient or plant supplement, none of these were multivitamins or anything.

As for the exercise, every time I've ever tried to explain why I don't exercise to doctors, one of two things happens. In the good scenario, they fixate on me saying I have a bad knee, and tell me to try swimming. In the bad scenario, they fixate on me using words that I--a lowly layperson with no medical degree-shouldn't know, like "parasympathetic nervous activation" and decide that I am reciting something I read off of google instead of something I've been researching for decades because I've been living with it, completely ignore my existing PTSD and psych diagnoses (the ones that literally say in big old letters from my psychiatrist that I should not do any cardio exercises because it causes flashbacks, and that resistance training should only be done under supervision to avoid hallucination and seizure that could lead to severe injury), and just like. Give me a degrading lecture about how I can't trust everything I read on WebMD.

Like, I give my stupid rote explanation when I get new doctors, and every time it's some kind of torture. It almost makes me think exercising might be worth it, just to avoid their fuckery. Except for, you know, the non-negligible risk that I would die.

Edited 2019-05-04 12:27 (UTC)

um, eighteen pills a day?? a) that would fuck up my throat, and b) I would give it up in the first month. I bet this fucker is counting on it, actually -- if his clients comply with treatment, they get a chance to say "I'm doing everything you said and I'm still not getting better," but if they *don't* then they still have to buy at least one round of pill bottles and they're likely to keep real quiet about any concerns they have.

There's no cure for the doctor who won't listen. To be scrupulously fair, I'm not sure there *is* a solution to your actual issues preventing exercise -- the 12/12 sleep cycle is brutal when it comes to stuff like this, and the amount of energy you can devote to exercise is accordingly quite minimal -- but if there is, it doesn't start with erecting a bunch of fake issues in front of them.