I am sitting here typing, not feeling so well. Stomach is upset. Why? Was it because I went to the doctor today or that I just ate Mexican?
I am a terrified patient. Weeks before my doctor’s visit, I think about it and worry about it. I have to go every six months, whether I want to or not, because I am on certain medications. Today was my six month check-up. I had worked myself into an almost panic attack state so it’s no wonder my blood pressure goes up.
I got to the office and walked inside and noticed some things were different. For one thing they did not have the sheet to sign in on anymore. I also noticed that a new doctor had moved in next to mine. An infectious diseases doctor. Oh, joy. Just what I needed to be around. The nice lady at the desk told me they were going completely computer. All the files were gone and her office looked almost bare. It was like I was a new patient and had to tell them my life’s history once again so they could put it into their new system. She asked for my social security number and I asked for a piece of paper to write it down because I did not want a waiting room full of people to hear my SS number. She obliged and I wrote it down and she laid the paper down and for all I know it sat there all day for anyone who came to her window to see and read my SS numbers! I told the doctor about it when I saw him and he said, “I don’t let anyone have my SS number.” And I said, “Well, why do you need mine, then?” I really like my doctor, don’t get me wrong. We have this back and forth that probably sounds like two old married people arguing, but I know he listens and he has made me well many times in the past decades.
So then, when I was called back into the room to see the doctor, once again the computer. They had to put all my meds into their new system again. I think the girl who was doing it was a trainee as there was another girl just standing there watching her. She took my temperature and blood pressure and felt my pulse, which by then I thought was beating very rapidly. “Sixty beats!” She said, which I think is normal for a woman. After I saw the doctor, I had to have blood work done and the girl who came in was getting things prepared and she asked me if I was afraid of needles. I told her, “No, I have had so many needles stuck in me through the years, they don’t bother me any longer.” Years ago when people had to get multiple polio shots, I remember being terrified of the needle. It didn’t help that my sister teased me, telling me the needle was about a foot long and the shot was very painful!
So, the girl taking my blood said and I quote, “I am terrified of needles.” I was slightly alarmed and said, “And you are taking blood with a needle?” She just laughed and said she was only afraid of the needles that were being stuck into her. She did an excellent job. I didn’t even feel anything.
Finally I got to leave and I checked out and got my date with the doctor in six months. The girl who filled out the appointment card did it very carefully, coughed on it and handed it to me. What in the world. I washed my hands when got home.
Tonight we went out to eat at my favorite Mexican restaurant and I ordered a beef burrito with refried beans and rice. When it was brought out it was on three separate, loaded plates and I guess my eyes looked surprised. The waiter was a jokester and started to put David’s plate in front of me, too. We all laughed. Ahem. I started feeling sick after a few bites and brought most of it home with me.
It’s been a wonderful, Spring like day. I noticed some flowers are coming up on the south side of my workshop. I worked all afternoon going through my library in preparation to move the bookcase in my shop so I can do more painting.. So many wonderful books. I will write about them soon.
Here’s to good doctors and the patients that keep them in business. Bye.