Thursday, August 02, 2018
I left her office happy.
I got a voice mail earlier this week telling me my bloodwork was "fine." Click. I remained happy.
Tonight, when I got home from work, there was a strange call. From the office of a doctor I'd never heard of before! My doctor had referred me to this urologist and she was calling to set up an appointment.
WHAT THE HELL? I was told my bloodwork was "fine." I felt "fine." If there was a problem with the urinalysis, why didn't anyone call me?
So tomorrow morning, when I'm beyond busy at work, sitting out in the open (no more private offices), I'm going to try to reach my doctor and then have to discuss my pee in front of all my coworkers.
I'm fucking delighted.
Why didn't anyone call me about the problem? Why do I have to find out there's a problem from someone I've never even met before. This is similar to what happened last March, and it makes me crazy.
I'm also a little frightened. On the one hand, while right now I'm not crazy about my doctor's office staff, I trust her. And she's never done anything like this before. She's never just taken it upon herself to call a specialist on my behalf. So what's wrong?
On the other hand, she is a sensitive woman, as well as a good doctor. If something was really serious, she would have told me herself.
GAWD! I hate this! It's so hard to just go about my life with this hanging over my head.