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In which i finally got a doctor

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So I finally did it, I went out and got myself a doctor.  I haven’t had just a regular doctor in years.  When I moved to Greensboro back in 1989 I had a doctor but after the years when my kids were little I never seemed to get sick anymore.

 

We moved into this house back in 2002 and the only time I’ve needed a doctor was in the spring when I inevitably get Poison Ivy or Poison Oak.  Then I always need a prednisone pack.  When I call the doctor to get one a few years ago I was informed that I was “no longer a patient” because I hadn’t been there in so long.  I ended up going to urgent care to get my Prednisone pack and that was pretty much that.

 

Last year when Keely had her Pulmonary Embolism, they asked who her doctor was and since she had just graduated from college she also didn’t have a primary doctor.  I just went to the OB/GYN and found out that my cholesterol is a bit high and that I also have some osteoporosis.  Since I seem to have a history of heart disease in my family I figured that I should probably get a primary doctor BEFORE something happened.

 

So, the other day I went for a “meet and greet” with my new doctor.  She seemed really nice (and young) and we went through my family history and I’m pretty sure she thinks that I’m crazy, possibly because of this conversation:

 

Me:      so I take Prozac and Ritalin and occasionally Xanax

 

Dr.:      and who prescribes those medications?

 

Me:      my shrink

 

Dr.:      and do you see him on a yearly basis for the medications?

 

Me:      nope

 

Dr:       how often do you see him?

 

Me:      weekly

 

Dr.:      weekly?

 

Me:      yup

Dr.:      are you stable?

 

Hahaha…I think she was concerned that I was absolutely crazy since nobody ever goes every single week for so many years.

 

Me:      probably as stable as I’ll ever get

 

I guess I’m lucky that I didn’t scare her away right?  She asked when the last time I had a Tetanus shot was and I had absolutely no idea.  I can’t even remember that far back so she did make me get one of those and now my arm is really, really sore.

 

She offered me a flu shot but I told her that I never get sick and I didn’t want one.  Turns out they were out anyways which made me wonder why they offered.

 

I also explained that I was NOT going to die of lung cancer (parents), melanoma (grandmother) or any of that other crap because I would have a heart attack at 59 like my mom and aunt.

 

Not sure she’s really psyched to be my doctor.  She seemed a little nonplussed by my attitude but I kind of liked her.

 

Hope you guys are well.  That’s a wrap!

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3 Comments

  1. Melissa
    January 24, 2014

    That is hilarious. Well it’s good to establish care at any rate. My maternal grandmother died of a heart attack at 49 and my Mom and Aunt all freaked out when they got to that age … I am not there yet so no freaking out for me!
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    • Lynn
      January 27, 2014

      hope it never proves to be an issue

  2. Rachel Derham
    January 28, 2014

    I was drawn to your page – well done – and thank you!

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