A couple of weeks ago I thought I was spotting. Alarmed, I called the doctor and waited for a callback. Well, it was a false alarm, I called back and told them this and made an appointment for my yearly checkup.
When I did, I was informed I hadn’t been in since November 2005. Oops. Funny how time just slips away, you know? I ran it through my head trying to remember what my excuse was each year.
Anyway, I went in Monday, the appointment was at ten. I waited for over an hour in the waiting room. There was nothing worth reading on any of the tables, so I just leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. And I started hearing the hypnotherapist’s voice in my head and the music that is played during the sessions. I guess what I did was a little bit of self-hypnosis. And this time, I didn’t avoid the scale like I did every other time I was there (I told them “I don’t do scales”).
The doc came in, I got my examination and the referral for my mammogram. I also got a prescription for a cream.
Yesterday I went to hypnosis, then over to CostCo where I put the prescription in. I was told it would be about forty minutes to fill, did I want to wait? If so, did I want a pager? Sure, sounded good. I went into the store and looked around for the magazine rack, couldn’t find it. I bought a paperback and went outside to buy lunch. I got a turkey wrap and a soda. When I was going over to get some mustard for the sandwich, the pager went off. This wasn’t forty minutes by any stretch of the imagination. With empty soda cup and sandwich in one hand, purse hanging from the same and the book in the other, I went back in to get the prescription. Got that, went back outside and ate my lunch.
When I got home, I called the imaging place and got my mammogram set up for this morning at 8:00. I was there at 7:45 and home by 8:30.
All done until next year. Nice.