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My right gluteus maximus hurts. And my left gluteus minimus. It makes extension of the hip very painful. Which means getting up hurts like a bitch, and I almost fell over earlier. A few of my left quads are sore, which makes walking even more of a bitch.
I had a doctors appointment this morning. At 9 30. In Johns Hopkins. We left at 8 30. Five minutes from the house we heard on the radio that there was an accident on 95. So we take a detour trying to get in front of it. We got in front of one, then we ran into another, and then another. Add that to rush hour (when is it never) traffic in Baltimore city, we ended up getting into the parking garage at 9 30. 10 minutes later we finally got upstairs. The wait actually wasn't that long. My mom and I were both expecting to have to wait for three hours. I had a 13 page application to fill out for the sister cities program, my schedule to debate over, and my anatomy book, should the other two be insufficient. I got all the paperwork done, but didn't get to anatomy until this afternoon.
Someone was smiling on my appointment. Have I mentioned that I hate doctors? Male ones expecially. Maybe your dermatologist appointments aren't like mine. See, for me, I have the all too real threat of getting skin cancer. Even greater now that they found a pre-melanoma on my back. The examination is demoralizing. I've been bugging my mom for weeks not to let them do it. I can keep track of my own body, thanks. First off, I ended up getting a female doctor. And a resident at that (which means she isn't old and creepy, one of those bright eyed bushy tailed ones that just wants to help) AND, I managed to convince her that I only have moles on my back, and a little on my front. She took the hint, which was very nice. On top of that, I get to go have an appt. with 'the best' plastic surgeon in february, so maybe I can get this taken care of before summer and color guard. AND, my old dermatologist that I was just beginning to get comfortable with is coming back in June. Which makes me happy.
Only one part didn't make me happy. She asked when I had it removed, then started to look through my chart. Instead of just saying last december, I gave the date. December 28, 2004. She was surprised I remembered. I didn't bother telling her that it's kind of hard to forget, that you had 'surgery' to prevent cancer, the same morning your friend lost her battle with it...
Anyway, off to more muscles! I will ace this test tomorrow, and my grade will be a B, which would make me grin from ear to ear!!
I had a doctors appointment this morning. At 9 30. In Johns Hopkins. We left at 8 30. Five minutes from the house we heard on the radio that there was an accident on 95. So we take a detour trying to get in front of it. We got in front of one, then we ran into another, and then another. Add that to rush hour (when is it never) traffic in Baltimore city, we ended up getting into the parking garage at 9 30. 10 minutes later we finally got upstairs. The wait actually wasn't that long. My mom and I were both expecting to have to wait for three hours. I had a 13 page application to fill out for the sister cities program, my schedule to debate over, and my anatomy book, should the other two be insufficient. I got all the paperwork done, but didn't get to anatomy until this afternoon.
Someone was smiling on my appointment. Have I mentioned that I hate doctors? Male ones expecially. Maybe your dermatologist appointments aren't like mine. See, for me, I have the all too real threat of getting skin cancer. Even greater now that they found a pre-melanoma on my back. The examination is demoralizing. I've been bugging my mom for weeks not to let them do it. I can keep track of my own body, thanks. First off, I ended up getting a female doctor. And a resident at that (which means she isn't old and creepy, one of those bright eyed bushy tailed ones that just wants to help) AND, I managed to convince her that I only have moles on my back, and a little on my front. She took the hint, which was very nice. On top of that, I get to go have an appt. with 'the best' plastic surgeon in february, so maybe I can get this taken care of before summer and color guard. AND, my old dermatologist that I was just beginning to get comfortable with is coming back in June. Which makes me happy.
Only one part didn't make me happy. She asked when I had it removed, then started to look through my chart. Instead of just saying last december, I gave the date. December 28, 2004. She was surprised I remembered. I didn't bother telling her that it's kind of hard to forget, that you had 'surgery' to prevent cancer, the same morning your friend lost her battle with it...
Anyway, off to more muscles! I will ace this test tomorrow, and my grade will be a B, which would make me grin from ear to ear!!