I had an appointment with my family doctor this morning. Of all the doctors that I’ve ever had to see (and honestly, it seems like a few now.. but really, I haven’t seen all that many over my lifetime) she is by far my favourite. I’m extremely lucky to have been able to find her, and for her to have taken me on as a patient. I feel bad, though… at the time, I told her that I didn’t go in to see the doctor for anything less than one of my limbs falling off… Now, I see her every 2 months for a blood pressure checkup.. and to chat.
When she asked me what’s new, I told her that I’m scheduled for something at the end of the month that I can not pronounce. Cystoscopy. Of course, she already knew that, as the paperwork had arrived from the specialist’s office. I also mentioned that the specialist used the C-word when describing some of the possible causes of bleeding. My doctor was a little taken back. “What?” Apparently she’s not worried about that in my case, at all. And it’s not that I was really worried about it either, but it was still a little bit of a shock to hear that come out of the specialist’s mouth last week.
But we’ll know for sure in a couple of weeks.