Done with my appointment. Holy shit that was one of the most abysmal appointments I think Iāve ever had. As soon as I walked in the door I already had people gawking at me and my cane bc I had at LEAST 60+ years on ANYONE in that waiting room. It made me feel really glad I didnāt grab my wheelchair (even though I definitely should have). The only bright spot of this appointment was the lovely nurse that may took my vitals, she was so sweet and kind, shout out to her for real. Once the doctor finally came back, he didnāt listen to a SINGLE thing I said. He basically looked at my chart and everything after that was in one ear and out the other. He told me I couldnāt possibly have POTs bc I donāt pass out (which is only mildly true, I just donāt pass out long enough to hit the floor). He was so dismissive about any concern I had. I felt like I was going to pass out the entire appointment so I didnāt really have any strength to advocate for myself because every cell in my body was focused on keeping the lights on. He blamed everything on a medication Iām taking. LIKE DUDE THIS HAS BEEN A PROBLEM FOR YEARS. I STARTED THAT MEDICATION 6 MONTHS AGO. He did not care. At least he ordered some fucking labs (ECG and Heart Monitor) to make sure nothing was wrong structurally. But then I was went on a wild fucking goose chase to 4 SEPARATE DEPARTMENTS to try and get the labs done. Each department told me to go somewhere else and when I finally reached the end, they said they only take appointments (which is fine) then said I couldnāt make an appointment with them in person, gave me a number to call for scheduling and sent me on my way. So I hobble my ass back to my car and call the number. THEY GAVE ME THE WRONG FUCKING NUMBER. Iām so done. Now Iām here in a McDonalds trying not to pass out and not sob because of how much energy that took for what feels like nothing.