And this is why I don't go to the doctor more often

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I was due for a checkup. (Last June)

After making and canceling a few (five?) appointments in the last year, I finally got around to it. (yesterday)

I am a healthy, young woman. (in my opinion)

I left with a bagful of prescription samples and a few referrals for various procedures, specialists and tests. (I also left with an irrational fear of dying on the treadmill, which I have decided is NOT how I want to go.)

So I'm off to have 17 vials of blood drawn. One down, of at least 6 more occasions to find childcare in the interest of my own well-being. Or, someone's idea of my own well-being. I thought I was getting along just fine. :)

Comments

Loren Eaton said…
Gee, hope you're okay. That sounds serious.
June 25, 2008 at 8:45 AM
Anonymous said…
you need to give me more information,,,,now i am worried.
June 25, 2008 at 9:11 AM
Amy said…
No need for alarm! This is what happens every time. I always have *just* enough of something that is *just* serious enough to warrant more information. And so I dutifully fulfill all of my obligations to my personal health, everything comes back negative, and another 18 months pass before I return. But thank you for your concern. I will blog the odyssey of medical visits for your reading pleasure.
June 25, 2008 at 10:35 AM
Loren Eaton said…
Actually, it's more troubling to me that an anonymous user is asking for your personal medical details. And that he seems to confuse commas with ellipses.
June 25, 2008 at 6:54 PM
Jack and Lexi's Mom said…
Well, now as your official cousin/midwife, I am going to need details and lab results! I am complusively (and possibly unwantedly) involved in my loved ones healthcare. You can, of course, be deeply offended at my gall. You could also choose to be flattered that I count you as my beloved. I hope everything is as benign as you believe.
June 25, 2008 at 7:16 PM
cool mum said…
frustrating...i feel like doctor's appointments and car mechanic appointments are very similar in that respect. i'm always thinking, "how much of these issues are they just making up/exaggerating so that i'll have to come back and spend more time and money." well at least these days we have the internet to try to diagnose ourselves. haha (am i the only one who does this?) i've yet to find a car repair equivalent of webmd though.
June 26, 2008 at 10:33 AM
Amy said…
Yes! I am a compulsive self-diagnostician. But I'm also a victim of "too much information", which is where the irrational fear of treadmill death comes from.

Update: It was only 4 vials of blood, which is still a lot considering I have those veins that kind of shut down when you mess with them. I am left with an awesome track mark on my left arm.
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Tomorrow: Ultrasound of my neck.

Predicted Outcome: They will find nodules on my thyroid.

Predicted Diagnosis: I have small thyroid nodules that cause no problems.

Predicted Treatment: Do another ultrasound in 6 months. Repeat above steps.
June 26, 2008 at 12:44 PM
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