I see a provider here by the name of Lauren Webb. We first met in December of 2025, when she seemed…read moreto be able to tolerate me pretty well. I thought we had enough chemistry to develop a personable client-patient rapport, but the two follow-ups I've had with her have been snotty. My second appointment with her was very weird. I had my car vandalized by a homophobic coworker, and I had developed awful panic attacks because of it. I described my coworker to her as a radical Afghan Muslim who has used his religion and "culture" as excuses for why he committed a hate crime against me, and Lauren just got weird after that. She wouldn't look at me, she was shaky, jittery, choked up, and she rushed out of the room at the speed of light after prescribing me a bottle of 5 benzodiazepine pills. It was kind of like she was saying, "Here's some pills. Peace out." I'm not going to tell the story like, "A guy slashed my tire." Anyone with a brain would want to know more about a situation like that. Who? Why? C'mon now.
Having lived here for about a decade, I knew I must have stricken a political chord of some sort, given everything on social media lately, so I searched her Facebook and saw tons of Planned Parenthood stuff, and then I realized she was a rather politically charged individual. So am I, but I'm not going to omit clarifying and revealing information about a situation or violator just to cater to the political affiliation of a medical provider. My coworker violated me for the reasons I've already mentioned, and so that's kind of a... period, end of story type of situation. I liked Lauren a lot after the first time I met her, and I saw myself with her in the exam room as the safest possible setting for me to find a solution to my panic attacks, so I was really letdown when her attitude went from supportive to transactional so quickly.
My last visit with her was catty and faintly impatient. So, the medical assistant asked me what the appointment was for, and I told her it was for a propranolol adjustment, but I also wanted to discuss one other thing with Lauren since it's kind of embarrassing. When Lauren came into the room at 1:45, she said, "So, I thought you were here for leg pain but the medical assistant said you're here for a medication refill, so I'm confused... what do you want to talk about today?" But her tone was straight up trash, so I said, "Well, I just want more propranolol," and then she wrote some referrals and hauled as*s at 1:57. It was a 30-minute appointment that lasted for 12 minutes, and I think it was closer to 10 minutes. By all means, use the remaining duration of my allotted appointment time to catch up on charting, but don't be so obviously intolerant of your patient who needs you.
Passive aggressively speaking, she ain't trying to be my provider, and that's cool, but now I have to start all over again, hoping I don't get another woke liberal with no wiggle room. My coworker destroyed my life. I don't understand who else I was supposed to discuss that with, as it affected my mental and physical health to the point where I had to go on benzos and beta blockers. Healthcare in 2026 is very jaded, very dangerous, very disappointing, and quite frankly, I'm disgusted.