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Going to the Doctor

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When it comes to going to the doctor, unless there is blood a-gushin’, I’ve always HATED having to go. Honestly, I think a lot of them just throw medications at you in hopes they have guessed at the right cause of the ailment. (I remember reading a quote somewhere that read: Fifty percent of all doctors graduated in the lower half of their class. Of course, that can be said of any profession requiring college degrees, but with doctors, that obvious statistic seems a bit more ominous for the patient.)

Anyway, I’m finally going for my third visit to my doctor tomorrow, and I think it will be the jumping off point for being sent to a specialist. I’m thinking he’s going to send me to a gastroenterologist. And I can only imagine the orifices into which they will be inclined to insert their torture devices. Perhaps some go through the mouth, but even those will bother me because I have such a terribly sensitive gag reflex. I can swallow only very small tablets, so most of my medication has to be chewable or liquid. I fear what a scope being forced down my esophagus is going to feel like. Makes the other end insertion sound like a cakewalk!

However, I’m really hoping whatever comes of it, that I will get some relief. I’m tired of having to “go” at most inconvenient times, and not only go, but often several times in a short time period. I know at some point, psychology starts to play a role because once the symptoms start, I start getting nervous about making it through dinner, or a trip, or a game, etc. That tension only exacerbates the issues, and the cycle goes on and on.

So, I’m finally caving and seeing a doctor tomorrow. Hopefully, there’s nothing seriously wrong, and hopefully, I haven’t waited too long to take care of this problem. All I know is that “somethin’ has gots to be did.”


Written by blogicalinks

April 21, 2008 at 3:39 pm

Posted in Sharing, Whatever

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  1. Best of luck. I used to have terrible doctor anxiety and only went every 3 years or so. When I finally went in 2005 – I was lucky. My diabetes conditions and fat/lipid conditions were so bad that I literally could have dropped at any point. Thankfully, these things were caught and dealt with. And since they require visits 3-4 times a year for monitoring, I’ve long since gotten over that anxiety. I’m also fortunate (in today’s HMO world) to have found a doctor that I am very comfortable with, who knows me, and who graduated in the upper half of that statistic!


    April 21, 2008 at 3:54 pm

  2. Good luck. I don’t have the same concerns. I’m more of the “open me up and fix me” camp. In fact, I said that to the therapist on the first day of group therapy. For some strange reason, they don’t “operate” that way! 🙂

    I do have some dread before one type of visit, because they always find “something” and the soundtrack in my head is a mix of “dum, da-dum-dum” and the soundtrack from “Jaws”. I hope they find the problem for you. I have an itsy bit of it when I’m under stress. I can’t eat the day of a presentations. That’s why it took me so long to see about my gall-bladder. Good luck and we’re looking forward to the answer too!

    Ru's Mom

    April 21, 2008 at 4:30 pm

  3. Good luck to you and we will be thinking of you. I don’t have a fear of doctors yet because so far in my experience they are the ones to fix my broken parts and make the pain go away. I hope you have that experience as well.

    RU, LOL, that Jaws image is so true.


    April 21, 2008 at 6:11 pm

  4. Good luck today!


    April 22, 2008 at 10:10 am

  5. How did it go?

    Ru's Mom

    April 24, 2008 at 7:56 am

  6. I can tell you exactly what it feels like to have a tube shoved down your throat because I have had it done three times already. And if my stomach does not settle down soon, I may be up for it again. We can go together. Gosh what fun…

    I’m with you on the whole doctor thing though. I avoid them as long as possible. I will sit around and guess at what’s wrong and try to fix it myself until I’m out of ideas. And THEN I might go to the doctor. Maybe…


    April 30, 2008 at 11:20 pm

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