Today, I had an appointment with a doctor that I'd not seen before. I was pretty nervous: I blogged about this last week, and last night asked on Twitter for thoughts and prayers about it. (Many thanks for those of you who did this for me.)
Since arriving in Kansas City about 15 years ago, almost all of my doctors have been interns in Family Practice clinics. I'd see the same intern as long as they were here, then they'd leave and I'd be assigned a new one. This was okay, though I had anxieties each time I had a new one, but since my diagnosis I was coming to feel that I'd like a longer term relationship. I decided to try a clinic that's so close to my work that I don't actually have to go outside to get there, although it's probably easier to do so.
I like her a lot. She's somewhere in the 35-45 range, I'd guess, so at least we're approximately the same generation. The phrase "efficient but unhurried" from my earlier post fits perfectly -- I certainly didn't feel invited to chat, but I also felt that I could ask my questions.
One, thing, though -- she wants to schedule me for The Test Which Must Not Be Named. Aaaaaauuuuugggghhhhh!!!!! I have no desire to have any tubes put there!
I'll be meeting with her again in a week to go over test results.