I hate doctors. I absolutely, positively loathe them. They never seem to have good news, you know. And, every time you go, you sit in the waiting room for hours and hours that you COULD have used for something else.
It's been almost two years since I've seen a dentist.(Hey, my mom's a dental assistant--she checks up on me! That's enough...right?)
Longer than that since I've seen my eye doctor(With eyes that went off the 20/800 scale when I was 11...uhm, yah, prolly not my best plan...but, geeeeezzzz....he ALWAYS has something to say!).
And, then...then there's the allergist.
Almost two and a half years ago, I started having a reaction. You'd think two years was enough time to figure out what caused it, right?
'Fraid not. So, as it stands, every time that I get mad, overly excited, hot, stressed, too cold, hot then cold, vice versa, go swimming, go hiking, take the dogs for a walk, go to work, etc....I break out in hives. Back when it first started, it wasn't that big a deal. The breakouts were quite severe, but relatively rare. Now, they're milder, but they happen with alarming frequency.(Read into that: every other day...if I'm super lucky).
Last year, I tried going to the allergist. They refused to do any testing, and, despite the proof of two pee tests and a blood test, remained convinced that I was pregnant(have any of you ever seen me write about a kid? Yeah, that's cuz we don't have one.) So, since then, I've rather thrown "allergist" into the little box in my mind labeled "worthless and inept."
.....Except, Steven wanted me to go back.
For almost a month, he reminded me to make an appointment every couple of days. I always assured him I would--tomorrow.
The funny thing about tomorrow? It never actually gets here.
Until a deadline appears on the horizon.
My deadline was yesterday. Last night, we were laying in bed, when he asked me, "Did you make your appointment today?"
A sinking feeling in the tummy...the kind that wiggles its way all they way down to your toes.
"Mmmhmmmmmhhhmmm..." I hoped it sounded affirmative, without being a lie.
"Uh, huh. For when?"
"The Thursday after the ninth." Bald-faced lie.
"Really. With who." Nope, that wasn't an accident--I didn't put a question mark, because it wasn't actually a question.
Long story short, I didn't get spanked for it. It was a miracle. Instead, he gave me till four today to do it.
I finished it by two. :) And I ate an apple.
Cuz an apple a day may not keep the doctor away...but....
A doctor keeps a spanking away.
It is frustrating to not be heard! Glad you made the appointment, even if under duress :) and will hope that this time around you get the proper attention. It's important that they figure this out for you.
ReplyDeleteThis time around, I chose a different doctor--one my mother recommended. She said from talking to them on the phone, "These people are gonna get stuff done!" ...they also warned me that it sounds like a severe enough reaction that I may be on weekly or bi-weekly allergy shots indefinitely...I kind of wish I'd taken the spanking, lol!
ReplyDeleteThe post rings true so often. Gave me a chuckle. Good luck with this doctor.
ReplyDeleteFunny what motivates us to make doctor's appointments. Now will you be motivated enough to make it to the appointment. Lol.
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself now, you will appreciate it when you are older, promise you.
Hope you get the results that you need to get better
My mom is going with me to this appointment, and, just in case I should happen to sidle my way out of that--Steven volunteered to go with me; I think I'm stuck lol. Thanks for all the good wishes!
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