Spent the better part of yesterday afternoon in the exam room… waiting. All the typical jokes apply here. Blah blah… yadda yadda yadda. The good news is that I can continue to obtain refills without hassle for another year. Whoopee!

Every year for some reason my doctor has to ask about my previous doctor (an Gynecologist) who referred me to her. She always asks if I have seen him and every year I explain that I have not seen him since I found out that I was pregnant with Maggie who is now 4 years old.

This time I said, “Actually, the last time I saw Dr._________ was when he told me that what he was feeling was probably a fibroid tumor and for me not to get my hopes up. The fibroid tumor turned out to be my 4 year old. Not that there aren’t some days when I wish she was a fibroid tumor.”

And, she sort of got a funny look on her face.

My favorite, favorite part is when she asked me about unusual stress, etc. I explained to her that we have our own business and that business relies on clients and the real estate market. Given the current condition of both… it’s safe to say I might be under an unusual amount of stress. Then there’s having 3 kids, one of which is a teenager who wants his license, and at the extreme other end is a very creative 4 year old. Add to that the fact that I work with my husband and that he’s technically my boss and I think you have the ingredients for the finest hand basket headed straight to hell.

Do you know what she asked me then? After I had explained all of the above to her?

“Ok, so having any suicidal, homicidal thoughts or issues with substance abuse?”

I’ll give you a moment to recover…

I wanted to say, “Husband, 3 kids, business, real estate, work FOR husband… it’s safe to say that all three of those things have sounded like a good course of action at some point.”

Instead I said, “No, no. I don’t have suicidal thoughts, as a general rule death scares me to, uh… well, death and the only thing that scares me more than that is the thought of leaving my kids. So, no I wouldn’t say that suicide is ever something I think about it. But, that isn’t to say that there aren’t days when I look around and wonder why I’m here.”

Then she asked me if the current dosage was controlling it “most of the time” except for that “one week” of the month.

“Does it (the current dosage) control things most of the time except for that one week a month? I don’t think so… no. But, then I have to wonder, maybe this IS normal for me, maybe I am some kind of freaky hypochondriac or something. Perhaps I how I feel and this constant “blah” feeling is as good as it gets for me.”

And so, here’s to me having my meds doubled. Woo hoo!

Mike was waiting outside for me and he said that an ambulance had pulled up and that the paramedics had gone into the office (where I was). To the best of his knowledge he thought I was the only patient back there. You can imagine his relief when they wheeled out some older gentleman.

In retrospect, perhaps this is why I felt like I got the brush off during my appointment. It can’t be good for business to have your patients carted out in an ambulance.

To everyone who stopped by and wished me a Happy Birthday - Thank you, very much. I know I have really sucked at responding to comments lately, but I’m going to make a solid attempt at doing that and a lot of other things better. Go me!

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