My appointment was at 9.
I was 15 minutes early.
The nurse brought me in promptly and here I sit.
She mumbled through her mask.
I couldn’t understand what she was saying.
Are you here for your annual?
What even is that if I was here two months ago?
I felt like a dimbulb.
She weighed me with my shoes on.
That’s not fair.
She left a gown and a sheet and whisked out the door.
It’s now 9:20 and I’m noticing that I have forgotten how to breathe in a mask.
There’s not enough air in this room.
There’s not enough air, but this office is chilly.
I put on the gown that strips me of uniqueness.
It is soft and worn by washing, not paper, thank the Lord!
Hundreds of others have worn it and felt the same way I do.
This thought cheers me.
There is a large gap until I find an extra tie that I missed.
My feet are cold.
They are always cold at doctor’s visits.
The window is so high I can only see grey sky.
Lake Erie is right out there and I wish I could see that.
There are posters all over the walls.
I don’t like to look at images of innards.
I prefer to have everything be ok.
I prefer never to go to the doctor.
I don’t see the point of annuals.
Well, I see it, but I don’t feel it.
My husband is a nurse.
He says I should go anyway.
He says they catch things early that way.
I would rather not catch anything.
But that’s the way it is.
I guess he’s actually right.
I do make my own decisions though.
I try to be nice, but I always have a lot of questions before I agree to anything.
I wonder what they keep in all those drawers.
Instruments of indignity, no doubt, but they mean well.
I would be dead without a doctor’s help many years ago, so there is that.
I sure am glad I left my socks on.
Oh, here’s the doctor tapping on the door now.
I waited a half hour and that appointment took ten minutes tops.
The doctor looked young enough to be my daughter.
She was kind and answered my questions.
She advised me about this stage in my life.
Wacky hormonal stuff.
I asked what she would do if she were me.
That was funny because she is closer to puberty than to mid- life.
She deflected the question smoothly.
She did say the supplements I am taking are a good idea.
And these are my decisions.
It’s up to me.
She asked about scheduling more routine screenings.
I know I am fortunate to have good healthcare, but no thanks.
Make an appointment for an annual next year, she suggested.
Well, at least that makes sense.
Next year sounds annual.
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Have a good day!
3 thoughts on “In the Doctor’s Office”
Laughing here.. And I got a bellyache thinking about a doctor visit. 😅
Wacky hormonal stuff.
I’m in that stage right with you.
But don’t ask me what I would do if I were you.
😁 isn’t it wonderful?