Carle Doctors, Drinks, and Pizza
I know I occasionally grumble about things here and there at Carle, but I must say the various new doctors and P.A.'s etc. that I've been seeing of late have been really great. I saw a new gynecologist yesterday. I've just been seeing my primary care for that for a fair bit of time, but they wanted me to consult a gynecologist. I shrugged and said ok. I talked to the scheduling person and they asked if I minded a male doctor. I thought about it and shrugged again. Yeah, sure. Then yesterday, I started dreading the appointment. And you know you're old and, um lackadaisical, when you know you have a gynecologist appointment and you still don't take a shower in the morning. You just think, "hell, I took one yesterday, how bad can I smell?" Yeah, this is just where I am in life. Time was....
Ernie picked me up from work and we trotted off to the South Clinic. I stopped in the bathroom first and marveled that they only had two stalls. I went into the waiting room and counted all the seats, there had to be at least 50. If you figure a good percentage of people in those seats are pregnant, what are they thinking? At the last second, after the nurse had called my name, I nodded at Ernie to come in with me. Somehow, after all the shit we've been through, all those cancer appointments and everything else, we now go to all of each other's appointments. We've long since bypassed any kind of privacy or embarrassment issues.
The doctor turned out to be great. I really, really liked him. He went much more into my history and explained things better than anyone else I've seen ever has. We talked over various issues. He wanted to do a biopsy of my uterus. I said sure, I mean what the hell. I'm at the point in my life where if someone wants to test me, just go the hell ahead. This is the third biopsy I've had in the last mmmm 8 years or so. They're never particularly fun but in the scheme of things they're not terrible. He was the best I've ever had at explaining everything though, and having me cough when he used the little pincers to clamp on to my cervix, to help the pain. So, all in all, it wasn't horrid. I sat up and he started talking to me however, and his face was wavering all over the room. I suddenly thought I was going to fall off the table. I finally realized I couldn't fake my way out of it and said, "I'm kinda dizzzzzzzzzy..." He quickly had me lay down again, and got me apple juice. He told me this happens...something to do with the nerves in the cervix and blood pressure. Freaked me the hell out. I've never had it happen before. I laid there awhile and finally started feeling ok.
I still felt crappy and crampy so I told Ernie he could buy me a drink. Then two friends texted me at the same time to see if wanted to go to the Esquire, and I said, "uh, HERE." It ended up being a nice time. I had one too many drinks when we found it was pouring rain and decided not to go out in the wet. Got a couple of hugs from folks we love and headed home. I voted for frozen pizza as I was in no mood to cook. I ate my gluten free and then defiantly ate the leftover bits of Ernie's pizza crusts (that man doesn't understand the glory of crunch).
Onward.