Well here we go with another controversial post and me putting it all out there!
I hadn't been to the Doctor in like 4 years, mostly because I didn't have health insurance. Now that I do have it (and feel like I'm giving my right arm to pay for it) I thought I'd use it. So I made an appointment to get a physical done, just to be sure everything is working right.
A few days before I had my appointment I got a message from Kaiser telling me I was due for a pap smear. Yikes! I deleted that message real quick. Like most women I'm sure, Pap tests are not my favorite thing. In fact I dread them and want to avoid them at all costs. I'm sure after I have kids it will probably be a different story, but as of right now I'm a big baby about it.
So the day of my physical comes. I get there and the nurse asks me if I got the message saying I was due for a pap. I told her yes and I'd schedule one as soon as possible (lie, lie, lie). Well, long story short she basically talks me into doing one right then and there. With my MALE family practitioner. Ugh! I'm not the best liar, so maybe she saw right through me. I have to say that Robbie did warn me this might happen the night before my physical, but well I didn't believe him. I thought the doctor’s office might give me a heads up, say when I made the appointment if it was to entail any undressing and uncomfortable situations.
So, there I am sitting on the table, with my gown tied as tight as physically possible in the back wondering how this is going to work. There aren't even any little stirrup things! Surprise again, the little stirrups pop right out from under the table. Yay! I just closed my eyes and tried to find a happy place until the whole uncomfortable experience was over with.
After the exam, the Dr. wanted to talk to me about a few things. Another long story short, he wanted to prescribe me anti depressants. Huh? Sure I have some bad days (just like everyone else I thought) but that seemed a bit extreme (no offense to those who are on anti depressants, as apparently I may be joining you soon!). I pictured the sad little Zoloft bubble and couldn't help but think that is NOT me. So, I basically told him that I didn’t think I needed them, and he backed off. The whole idea of me telling the Doctor he is wrong and I don't need his medicine is almost laughable. I have no idea what I'm talking about. I'm just really hoping that I'm right and he's wrong about this one.
My BMI (body mass index for those who don't know) is a whole different story. They make you weigh yourself fully clothed (shoes and all) and then print it right up on paper with your BMI on it. In the quest to get an accurate number (and make me feel better) wouldn't it make more sense to get weighed with shoes off? I am a girl after all. I don't need the extra pounds shoes add, I've got enough of my own pounds thanks!
The good news is my blood pressure, cholesterol and all the others are just fine.
But I went in there thinking I was going to get on a scale, get my blood drawn and call it day.
Instead, I got violated and told that I need medical help. Hmm... Maybe staying away from the doctor was the right idea after all!
Waiting for James to arrive!
3 years ago