Today found me spending the lunch hour at my health plan hospital/clinic waiting in a large waiting room for an ultrasound. As I sat quietly in the chair against the windows, I could see the 3 reception stations, and the hallway leading to mammography, nuclear medicine , radiology and Ultrasound. Mostly older people(older than me anyway) waiting, some speaking softly, others speaking not so softly in an asian language, while Martha Stewart chirped away on the Tv set hanging from the far corner of the room about some stupid (and revolting looking ) cranberry conconction she prepared, oh so effortlessly. I smirked to myself as I thought "I bet she had a lot of time to write recipes in federal prison...I know its mean, but what the heck, its probably true.
Eventually a young blond woman in the customary white smock appeared from the hallway, "Canice MacThomas?" as she looked at the 30 or so faces in the room. I usually like the sound of my name, but she looked starled when I stood up and said "Yup, here I am"
We wondered down several hallways, and then went into the dimmly lit room with one of those exam tables with a sheet of paper stretch the length, where she has me lay down . I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts desperately focused on not freaking out . Its difficult lying there motionless, your mind pondering all the dismal possibilities, regardless of the assurance or lack of evidence that my thyroid malfunction is anything but a benign nuisance in the aging process. I know it is, the doctor said it probably is, I hope it is, what if it isnt, well we'll just fight then...crap, I am making myself cry...The technician was very pleasant, though I think her and I said like 3 sentence the whole time. A sense of relief came over me when she wiped the jell from me, and handed me a clean towel, to finsh removing any she missed. I was allowed to gather my things, and then we jauntily walked down the hall, where she said, the result will go to your doctor, and you should know within a week or so.
Then I went to get a blood draw...what a way to start the weekend.
Later I checked my email and the tests my regular doctor ordered are all within the normal range, but the ones the specialist ordered weren't in yet...yes my health plan posts your medical records to their website, accessible by your login id. Dont get me going about what i think. I mean I like that I can do stuff online, but i sure hope they have decent security in place..
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