I can't believe it.  I'm terrified of talking on the phone, especially to people I've never met.  I only called back once he left a voicemail.  He asked me to list all of my meds/doses and I did.  Then he starts saying shit like, "Why do you take XYZ?  Well...  That's interesting to me because you need weekly blood tests for that, so how is it even possible that you're getting that medication?"  "Why do you take this med and that one?  Well, that's interesting because I think..."  

UGH.  With his fucking FAKE "nice guy" voice.  So fucking smitten-sounding.  It got to the point where I kept telling him, "I'm not a doctor.  I was prescribed that during a year-long hospital stay and I've been taking these medications exactly as prescribed since being discharged.  I don't know the how or why to which specific medications were chosen and why the doses were chosen!  I just know that after 15 psychiatric hospitalizations and one year-long stay that this new kid on the block wants to mess with my meds when I'm doing better than I have been in about eight years because I can't answer questions a doctor could.

I do feel better after typing this out.  I'm glad I was able to hold it together until the phone call was over.  I've been crying for about 45 minutes now.  I'm not much of a crier.