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May 12, 2006 16:30

Okey dokey. Doctor appointment. First of all, I looooooved this doctor. She was awesome beyond belief. Wait, I have to backtrack to when I first went in and they weighed me. Actually, I need to backtrack even further for full effect. I don't own a scale but my mom's scale says I weigh about 132 lbs. When I went to the doctor 3 weeks ago, they said I weighed 138 lbs. When I went back the following week for my poop issues, they said I weighed 141 lbs or something like that. I almost slapped the nurse who told me I weighed that much. Hmph. Today when I went in, they told me I weigh...

get this...

102 lbs!

I nearly choked and fell off the scale! HELLO! Lady! LOOK AT ME. Do I LOOK like I weight 102 lbs? If I weighed 102 lbs, I'd be a walking skeleton for goodness sake. But she just wrote it down and showed me to the exam room.

So, I loooooved my doctor. She was awesome, and not just because she told me several times how thin I was. (Not 102 lbs thin though. Yeesh.) She had blood drawn for several different tests, including liver, gall bladder, and Helicobacter pylori. She also had an X-ray done to rule out a hiatal hernia. I won't know the results of those until next week. She gave me some different acid-reducing medication because she suspects that the Prilosec OTC is causing my constant nausea. She also scheduled a follow-up exam for next Friday.

My other doctor did NONE of this, with the exception of giving me 5 Nexium pills, telling me to take Prilosec when that was gone, and putting me on The Dr. Sadistic Diet.

She also told me that I can pretty much scrap The Dr. Sadistic Diet. She said I should still avoid fatty and spicy foods and colas, but she said I can start to introduce other foods into my diet to see how they work. I really could have kissed her at that point.

Oh, and when I had my blood drawn, I got the coolest phlebotomist. She loved my skull shoes and noticed them right away, before I had even sat down. She also got my vein on the first try, without whining about how small it was and how it was rolling all over, and without digging around in my arm for 5 minutes with the needle and bruising me all to hell. That's what usually happens. So I made sure to tell her how great she was when I left.

So that was my day at the doctor.

goddamnmotherfuckinggastritis, sickly

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