So I finally broke down and went to the doctor today (nothing serious, I might add). But, I'd been putting it off for months (I know, I KNOW! BAD Gigi!).
Because the last time I went I was informed that the woman I usually see was leaving. In fact, it was her last week there. I was lucky I'd scheduled the appointment when I did - otherwise I would have missed her completely.
News of her leaving devastated me. I'd been seeing her for approximately fourteen years. FOURTEEN YEARS! I had a rapport with this woman - a relationship, if you will.
Had she just moved to another practice, I would have told her to pack my very thick file into her black bag and I would have moved along with her. But, alas, she went to work for a private company - so short of me quitting my job and somehow figuring out a way to get hired on at that company, I was without a doctor.
Not technically, of course, since the other doctors at the practice would be more than willing to poke and prod me. But they aren't her. They don't know me - inside and out. They don't know my family by name. They don't know that Man-Child is set to graduate this May. They don't know that Hubby has been out of work. They don't know anything about me - other than words written in the file - which are just words, that I am sure are written in Doctorese and don't convey all that went behind those words. Basically, they don't know anything about ME.
And this left me feeling nervous. So, I stuck my head in the sand. You know, like ALL normal and rational people do.
So I've had this minor issue - for months and months now (apparently, if the truth be told, this has been an issue for longer than I initially thought as I was informed today I hadn't been in for over a year! Yikes! That tells me how easily it is for me to ignore things that I TOTALLY don't want to deal with.....) and finally I got the courage to make the appointment - with a totally new person. As in new to me and the practice, she's only been at the practice for about two weeks (and, oh my God, is she YOUNG!).
She seemed competent. She seemed nice. She's not the woman my other one was - but I think she will do. And? I won't be so quick to blow off those minor things now. One because it is NEVER a good idea to wait when you have an issue (if I'd gone earlier - I could have been saved a lot of aggravation) and two, because I've met her. And she's not so bad - but she is so YOUNG! It's gonna take some getting used to; having a doctor that is younger than me - aren't they all supposed to be older and wiser? Maybe I'll ask her to don a gray wig and some glasses next time; I'm sure she won't mind (or immediately order a psychiatric evaluation; because that's TOTALLY a rational request.....right?).