Loretta Schoen – Under HIS Wings

Discover the Other Side of Medical Adversity from Being Pressed to Feeling Blessed

“But I Don’t Want To!”

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It’s a good thing I am retired because I wouldn’t be able to hold a fulltime job with all the doctor’s appointments I have.  I accept and expect that as I age (not well, by the way) there will be an increase in visits. But I am tired of seeing doctors: GP, dentist, chiropractor, physical therapist, oncologist, gynecologist, cardiologist, rheumatologist, and ophthalmologist. I am sure I missed a few others ‘ologists but my mind was the first thing that showed its age.

So I was just a little reticent about seeing someone when via my trip to France and all the scrumptious, rich food, I experienced what was probably a gallbladder attack.  OK, I was extremely reticent and strongly denying that I had a gallbladder attack.  But then I had an appointment with my GP (general practitioner).  She inquired about any health issues and having been raised to never lie I had to tell her about the nausea and spasms when I eat greasy, fried or fatty food.  She strongly encouraged me to get an ultrasound to see if I had gallstones.  Even if I watch my diet, doctor?  Yes, even if you watch your diet she responded.  Harrumph!  If I have gallstones, she would like to see them removed before I have further inflammation or a more serious attack.  Of course, she would.  It’s easy for her- she writes a prescription and moves on to her next patient.  I, on the other hand, begin playing double Dutch jump rope with diagnostic centers, doctors, surgery, and recovery and on and on and on.

The retired health professional in me concurs with my doctor and my nagging husband.  If any one of my friends came to me with the same situation I would encourage them to go; I would offer to take them to the doctors, to surgery and even help them postoperatively.  I know it’s the right thing to do.  It’s the healthy thing to do.  It’s the “Put your big girl panties on thing to do”.

But the little girl in me whines and screams “NO, I won’t go!  Leave me alone!”

It is obvious that the warranty on this body has long expired and they won’t issue me an extended warranty on a body this old.  I know I need routine maintenance and repairs as needed

I promised Thad I would watch my food intake, eliminate any fat or fried foods and I would be fine.  I could control it.  After all, history has shown just how successful I am with my diet. Okay, not so much.  But–.

I wonder if I do have gallstones – could they save them for me and I can make a necklace with them?

 

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