I went to the Doctor yesterday for the follow-up visit that I've been putting off for weeks. The same follow-up visit that I thought my doctor was going to tell me I had "Die-A-Beet-Us"...
To refresh your memory, when I made the appointment one of the (idiot) receptionists said "Yeah, you need to come in, 'cause you diabetic". My response: "I AM?!?" - followed by her rushing to get me off the phone.
So I prepared for the worst when I went to see Dr. A. Of course, since I am so terrified by anything that has to do with doctors, I ALWAYS prepare for the worst.
I sat down with Dr. A. and we discussed my test results. We got to the end, and he never mentioned anything about "Die-A-Beet-Us". So I told him what the receptionist said, and he replied, "No, your sugar was just fine". Take THAT, Wilford Brimley!!!
I also had Dr. A. fill out the Customer Assistance paperwork for my très expensive Crazy Pills (Pristiq) - thanks to everyone for the suggestion. Now I have to wait to see if Wyeth approves me - keep your fingers crossed.
Finally, I had an echocardiogram done. This was not a pleasant experience.
First of all, you White Meat Monday fans would have loved the technician who did my echocardiogram. He was this strapping Russian guy with sandy-brown hair and relatively attractive razor-stubble. But, being Russian, he had the bedside manner of a KGB agent with a toothache. And he was wearing two-tone acid-washed jeans under his white lab coat. No. Just NO.
Anywhore, he told me to take my shirt off (which I try not to do - even in the privacy of my own home) and lay on the table on my side - butt facing him. THEN HE TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS. Hell, if I'd have know about THIS, I'd make a doctors appointment every week!
But(t) NO - he leaned up against me and reached around and poked his ultrasound probe all over my chest. It was uncomfortable, and I was covered in jelly when it was over. Which, now that I think about it, could describe some of my earliest sexual encounters. It looked kinda like the picture below, if the skinny guy was a fat guy, and the female technician was a Russian with no personality...
I go back in early December to get the results.
