Well, after MUCH waiting and waiting and....waiting....
It seems in a way such a waste of a reasonably pretty day off. Two doctors' appointments. But they were necessary, I suppose. I don't like going to the doctor. That would require admitting I need help, now wouldn't it?
But after a very long, half-naked wait (he wanted to do an exam--which is cool, but he visited with another chick who had 1/2 hour's worth of fertility questions while I sat there under my paper cape--not cool) at the gynecologist's office, we found out that I may not be as old or broken as I keep trying to convince myself I am. And while we wait to get the all clear from the oncologist, I get to go back on the pill. Excellent news, really. I've missed it.
So, the first visit was a success. I so appreciate the doctor's complete...I wouldn't even call it optimism. It's more like "Why not?" Or something...I'm not sure how to explain it...but I like it.
So, the second visit was about my possible asthma. The doc said it seemed reasonable to assume it might be a touch of asthma brought on by exercise and if I wanted to keep on with the running, an inhaler would be the first stop. We tried a breathing test, but it didn't reveal anything. Would have been pretty entertaining for you to see though. He plugged my nose and made me blow into a machine a bunch of times. I got a little light-headed. So tomorrow I will get to try my first exercise with an inhaler. Hopefully, it will be a whole new experience for me. If not, next stop is the pulmnologist.
I appreciate Brian sitting through the appointments with me. It wasn't the most exciting of days. But I'm glad he was there to hear all of this with me. Thanks, baby.
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