Doctor! Doctor!

Just to clarify, you should read the title ala Thompson Twins version of Doctor! Doctor! and not Robert Palmer's Doctor, Doctor (Give Me the News)

Yes, I saw the Thompson Twins in concert as a child...I may or may not have been wearing a silver sequined tube top....and jelly shoes.  But that's not the point.

I was checking my calendar and realized I have quite a few doctors appointments coming up in the next two weeks.  The Mr and I are getting physicals next week.  He was reminded after a visit last week that last year we never returned for physicals after having some stupid consultation with a doctor we've seen for well over 10 years.  Because I was denied out of town treatment by her when I was sick in San Francisco three years ago, I figured I'd better get it done so I'm not considered a "new" patient.  Red tape blows.  Back in the day, you could go six years without seeing your doctor, call in and say you have the creeping crud and they'd call in a prescription.  I know she's going to go over last years bloodwork where all she told me was we need to talk about my cholesterol.  If she tries to put me on meds, she'll be cut off before she even gets it out of her mouth.  I don't have diabetes, high blood pressure and a good resting heart rate and putting myself at risk for the other side effects from cholesterol meds is not an option for me.  I've been eating my chia, oatmeal and other natural cholesterol lowering foods so I will continue with that and know with more weight loss will help get it down.  I'm not a "throw a pill at it" kind of person and if it was dangerously high I have to imagine she would've said "you need to get on meds or die" and since that didn't happen...no thanks.

Then two days later I have my follow up with my chiro, Johnny Angel.  It'll have been a month since I've seen him.  He said I'm diligent with my exercises and stretches, which I am and cleared me for all exercise based on pain.  Like an asshat, I did some Power 90, which is pretty tame in the impact department and my muscles hated me for days and we decided to do our recovery half week off.  I felt so much better and because I felt better, I forgot myself and did some jumping jacks during one of my favorite Turbo Fire moves and my foot said "no mas por favor!"  It was sore for a few days following.  I got really frustrated with it and cried like a dork.   We walked for a LONG time Saturday and some on Sunday and thankfully I was only a little sore.  Tuesday I did this killer rowing circuit that puts direct pressure from the straps on the area where the affected muscles come together.  Thankfully I had no soreness from it, so that's very encouraging.  I'm doing my balance board 5-6x week so I'm building up the strength there too.  It's all so tedious but I have to be vigilant about it all.  I'll be interested to see what he says.  I think I may only have one appointment left with him after that.

Then the following week I have my annual gynie appointment.  The Mr will come with me and I'll wait far too long to get in...actually maybe I'll call ahead and see how far behind she's running this year before making the trek across town.  I don't mind that she's late because she's the best gynie in town and it means she actually takes her time with patients and she'll do the same with me.  I'll just have to remember to take Gas-X because you know how it is when they give you the "scoot" command those veggies you had for lunch try to rear up on you.  Or your gut growls because you didn't want to eat veggies or anything before your appointment.  I know it's never happened but I don't want "farter" to be written on my chart.

I got a postcard reminder that I need to go to the eye doctor.  Oy!  I suppose I should do that too at some point.

How often do you go to the doctor?  If you don't, why?

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