I like my doctor

She's so great. She's the one who discovered the problem that had been plaguing me for months last summer, the one that my gynecologist had dismissed as menopause or depression but was really a very long, very fat cyst.

Today I had my regular old physical, no big deal. We have no reason to suspect anything is wrong, but she took a blood panel anyway, just to see if I still need cholesterol meds. While we were talking, she revised the order for blood work to check for some other things. My "incipient fatigue." While I'm feeling better than I was a year ago, I still tire so easily. She thinks it might be thyroid or, failing that, she'd like to investigate my sleep patterns. She thinks that a sleep disorder may be interrupting my restorative sleep and messing with my metabolism.

She listens to me. She doesn't give up until she gets to the root of the problem. She wants me to have the best quality of life I can.

She's so cool.