(I normally don't post blogs both places, but I know some of my followers here haven't made the leap to the new blog yet. I feel like this topic warrants a double post.)
A couple of weeks ago, I scheduled a doctor's appointment but felt uneasy about
it. I've been having issues for the past few months, but wasn't confident that
my doctor (who I love and think is fabulous) could really help. That particular
Monday was an especially bad day, leading me to finally break down and call the
My appointment was scheduled for 8:30 the next day. I
don't know how it works with your doctor, but appointments are never obtained
that quickly with mine unless there is bodily fluid oozing out of an orifice.
In the waiting room, I was the first patient to be called back
- despite the fact that others were there before me. The normal nurse was out
for the day, and the fill-in chatted me up, helping take the edge
off my nerves.
Then it was my turn with the doctor. I told her my WebMD diagnosis and waited for
her to agree with me. Instead she asked
my symptoms. I twisted my hands as I
explained my problems have been more intense the past few months, but I suppose
they’ve been around for a while now.
Family history was then discussed. I always knew it was a problem most of my
family had, but I had never considered it to be significant enough to mention to
the doctor. After only providing 3
examples, she interrupted.
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