Journal dominator2010's Journal: [M,MH&I] doctors appointment 2
Finally, I return home and I'm really tired now. So it was work, then I had forgotten about the lunch there was for this 401(K) meeting. I went to that and had free pizza. After that as I was getting ready to go when my coworker very generously offered to give me a ride to my doctor's appointment, as he had some errands to run.
Before we left I forgot to check the address of the doctors office, which made it quite amusing as I walked up and down the street looking for the office. This was of course after I convinced my coworker that I could "just find the place." And I did find the place eventually.
I got there still early and checked in at the desk. I had expected to fill out forms, and forms are what I filled out. After the forms I had a nurse take me into the back and measure my weight. So I guess moving means you usually move a little extra weight when you get wherever you're going, cause I put on about ten pounds. Not too proud of that. I am getting back into a more normal and regular eating habit, which should hopefully bring me back down.
The nurse then brought me into the room and I had a seat on the table with the paper cover on it. She asked me some questions, then asked if it would be okay if the doctor's intern came in. I told her it was fine.
This young man came in and started asking questions and talking to me. Apparently he came from around the area I moved from. He seemed eager and willing to ask questions and listen. It was fascinating for the both of us. We talked about my butt problem. After he had filled up an entire page of a notepad he was off and said it sounded like the other doctor was about ready.
I sat there and waited looking around the small room. Space really is at a premium out here. It's kind of sad, but I can deal. My previous doctor had a nice office with plenty of spacious rooms. I remember at some of the worst and anxious moments spent in that office listening to songs that were awkwardly inappropriate for the mood. I remember when I went to go talk to him about my depression Cher's song, "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves" was playing. That was the most memorable. I know there are at least two other moments, but I can't seem to recall them at this moment.
This small room, was yellow and seemed old and not as inviting. Like I was saying, I was sitting there looking around the room and couldn't help but fixate on the wipes, latex gloves, and other lubricants and such tools to probe and violate my innocent body. I have to admit I was half expecting this doctor to barge in, tell me to pull my pants down, tell me to bend over the table, and do things with his finger.
First, I had this thing with my ear. The intern had taken a look but didn't see anything abnormal. When the doctor did come in he checked it out and was like, "Oh there's a hair in your ear." I had to ask, "is this a loose hair or one that's growing from the inside?" He said it was loose and that they could rinse out my ear if I wanted. Then we talked about my Attention Deficit Disorder medicine. He was reluctant and didn't want to prescribe my medicine to me. I couldn't argue as it's a stimulant and that sort of medicine does have certain rules and regulations.
Moving on we talked about my sleep. He said normally he would just order a sleep study, but since I'm not overweight he said he would recommend an ear, nose, and throat doctor. He checked my blood pressure again and it had gone down some more. Finally, he said he would give me a month's prescription for my medicine. I'm also supposed to go to the lab and get my cholesterol checked and then make another appointment to finish getting checked up and possibly a physical.
He said he'd get the referral for that ear, nose, and throat doctor. I asked if we were finished, and he said I could be on my way. He didn't talk to me about my butt, and we forgot about rinsing my ear out. I didn't realize of course until well after I was out of the office and wandering around somewhere.
Since I was in the general vicinity I decided I would get a haircut. I needed one anyway, so really that worked out. From there I went to the train station to go to where I know there was a Walgreens. I went and gave them my prescription and they said it would be about an hour and a half. I went and walked around. I sat down outside where there was a circular cement ledge in the middle of some benches. I sat on the cement ledge and made two phone calls. I didn't get anyone so I took out a book. As I sat there and read there was this man that was leaning against the cement by the benches. I'm not sure but I think he had a few visitors with him, because he was speaking around him randomly saying vulgar things. And by visitors I mean to say that I didn't see anyone else around him.
That was amusing, but I was thinking how it would be a shame if some child and their mother was walking by and heard some of the things he was saying. Luckily, that didn't happen. As I read my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was my friend calling me back. We talked for a while and by the time I noticed my prescription was about to be ready. I went back to the store and waited in line for a while. I guess it is such a busy place because of all the students around.
Right as I was getting on the train I got another call. It was from the area, but I didn't know who it was. I wasn't sure whether I should answer it or not, but by the time I would have made a decision I was already saying hello. It was the intern from the doctor's office. He was calling to tell me something about my butt condition. I couldn't quite make out the entire conversation, but what I got from it was that he had spoke to a proctologist and said something was benign and that waiting it out as I did was apparently the thing to do. He assured me that everything should be fine.
That brings me back close enough to the present. This seems like only the start to getting everything in check, but at least I'm on my way and making progress. It seems as though I'll have some more appointments, but hopefully things shouldn't be that bad. I do worry about the next time I'll have to get my medicine. I may have to get checked out again, if that's the case I hope things go smoothly and I don't get too much trouble from anyone.
Before we left I forgot to check the address of the doctors office, which made it quite amusing as I walked up and down the street looking for the office. This was of course after I convinced my coworker that I could "just find the place." And I did find the place eventually.
I got there still early and checked in at the desk. I had expected to fill out forms, and forms are what I filled out. After the forms I had a nurse take me into the back and measure my weight. So I guess moving means you usually move a little extra weight when you get wherever you're going, cause I put on about ten pounds. Not too proud of that. I am getting back into a more normal and regular eating habit, which should hopefully bring me back down.
The nurse then brought me into the room and I had a seat on the table with the paper cover on it. She asked me some questions, then asked if it would be okay if the doctor's intern came in. I told her it was fine.
This young man came in and started asking questions and talking to me. Apparently he came from around the area I moved from. He seemed eager and willing to ask questions and listen. It was fascinating for the both of us. We talked about my butt problem. After he had filled up an entire page of a notepad he was off and said it sounded like the other doctor was about ready.
I sat there and waited looking around the small room. Space really is at a premium out here. It's kind of sad, but I can deal. My previous doctor had a nice office with plenty of spacious rooms. I remember at some of the worst and anxious moments spent in that office listening to songs that were awkwardly inappropriate for the mood. I remember when I went to go talk to him about my depression Cher's song, "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves" was playing. That was the most memorable. I know there are at least two other moments, but I can't seem to recall them at this moment.
This small room, was yellow and seemed old and not as inviting. Like I was saying, I was sitting there looking around the room and couldn't help but fixate on the wipes, latex gloves, and other lubricants and such tools to probe and violate my innocent body. I have to admit I was half expecting this doctor to barge in, tell me to pull my pants down, tell me to bend over the table, and do things with his finger.
First, I had this thing with my ear. The intern had taken a look but didn't see anything abnormal. When the doctor did come in he checked it out and was like, "Oh there's a hair in your ear." I had to ask, "is this a loose hair or one that's growing from the inside?" He said it was loose and that they could rinse out my ear if I wanted. Then we talked about my Attention Deficit Disorder medicine. He was reluctant and didn't want to prescribe my medicine to me. I couldn't argue as it's a stimulant and that sort of medicine does have certain rules and regulations.
Moving on we talked about my sleep. He said normally he would just order a sleep study, but since I'm not overweight he said he would recommend an ear, nose, and throat doctor. He checked my blood pressure again and it had gone down some more. Finally, he said he would give me a month's prescription for my medicine. I'm also supposed to go to the lab and get my cholesterol checked and then make another appointment to finish getting checked up and possibly a physical.
He said he'd get the referral for that ear, nose, and throat doctor. I asked if we were finished, and he said I could be on my way. He didn't talk to me about my butt, and we forgot about rinsing my ear out. I didn't realize of course until well after I was out of the office and wandering around somewhere.
Since I was in the general vicinity I decided I would get a haircut. I needed one anyway, so really that worked out. From there I went to the train station to go to where I know there was a Walgreens. I went and gave them my prescription and they said it would be about an hour and a half. I went and walked around. I sat down outside where there was a circular cement ledge in the middle of some benches. I sat on the cement ledge and made two phone calls. I didn't get anyone so I took out a book. As I sat there and read there was this man that was leaning against the cement by the benches. I'm not sure but I think he had a few visitors with him, because he was speaking around him randomly saying vulgar things. And by visitors I mean to say that I didn't see anyone else around him.
That was amusing, but I was thinking how it would be a shame if some child and their mother was walking by and heard some of the things he was saying. Luckily, that didn't happen. As I read my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was my friend calling me back. We talked for a while and by the time I noticed my prescription was about to be ready. I went back to the store and waited in line for a while. I guess it is such a busy place because of all the students around.
Right as I was getting on the train I got another call. It was from the area, but I didn't know who it was. I wasn't sure whether I should answer it or not, but by the time I would have made a decision I was already saying hello. It was the intern from the doctor's office. He was calling to tell me something about my butt condition. I couldn't quite make out the entire conversation, but what I got from it was that he had spoke to a proctologist and said something was benign and that waiting it out as I did was apparently the thing to do. He assured me that everything should be fine.
That brings me back close enough to the present. This seems like only the start to getting everything in check, but at least I'm on my way and making progress. It seems as though I'll have some more appointments, but hopefully things shouldn't be that bad. I do worry about the next time I'll have to get my medicine. I may have to get checked out again, if that's the case I hope things go smoothly and I don't get too much trouble from anyone.
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