I have to like my GP. He always finds the time to see me, even on short notice, like yesterday when I called early in the morning, and I got an appointment in the afternoon.

I am so lucky to have found him. I just pulled his name out of a list during an open enrollment period at work. I had moved and needed to switch doctors, and did I get lucky. I would call it divine providence.

I sometimes wonder if he thinks I am a hypocondriac, but he never shows it. I am a bit of a rare bird, and he struggled a while trying to figure out my condition. Even though he sometimes calls me "his guinea pig," I know he means to do his best for me.

I just about burnt myself out getting ready for the visit yesterday. I have been struggling with fatigue lately, probably because I haven't been sleeping well. Getting cleaned up, dressed and down to the doctor's office was a chore, but I got a chance to sit in the office and catch my breath before I saw my doc.

As always, he was great, and after I educated him a bit about CPS, we decided to try Cymbalta as a means of treatment. I had been on Lexapro, and hated it. I am hoping Cymbalta will help me with my CPS symptoms, and also with the fatigue. We'll see in about three weeks.

When it comes to my care, I trust my GP more than my neurologist. My neurologist is a very smart man, but he really specializes in MS and not stroke. My GP takes the time to listen to me, and I never feel rushed. We get to discuss everything, so I feel like I get an opportunity to participate in my own care. I like a doctor who interacts with me. I have had many doctors over the years, who either do all the talking, or the other extreme, where I have to drag words out of their mouths.

All in all, a good trip to the doc. Time to get my new day going with a little food and beverege.