Once again, I find myself on the eve of a visit with the new primary care doc, and I have no idea what information I was supposed to have completed before I returned for a follow up. This is at least the second time I’ve been in this situation, maybe the third. Why do I have such a mental block on the details with this person? She seems like a decent enough human. I haven’t a reason to dislike her. I just can’t keep straight what I’m supposed to accomplish and remember for her.
I’m pretty sure I did most of the things I was assigned back in December. I got an X-ray and met with the pulmonologist within 36 hours of our last meeting. I saw the other two specialists and between them had a mountain of testing. Maybe we are just supposed to go over the results? She’s been great about approving follow-on referrals for me. I’m set to see two new docs over the next two months. (One of them is the plastic surgeon who can level me out after last year’s excitement, and insurance is supposed to cover not just reconstruction but also a reduction on the non-cancer affected side. Woohoo!!)
One thing I will tell her tomorrow is that I came to her to complain not a moment too soon. I feel like my lung capacity has shrunk even more since I told her I wasn’t breathing well. If at any moment I thought I was exaggerating, the last few weeks have disabused me of that notion. I tried to move stuff around between my two closets this afternoon, and while successful, I strained myself a bit too much. I mean, I carried a hanging organizer full of scarves, and it nearly broke me to rehang it in the bedroom closet. I used to be a weightlifter! That was my favorite form of exercise! And now I can’t raise up ten pounds worth of canvas and wool? Oh, the shame.
Knowing that I have to be up early to see the doc, I’m forcing myself to retire early. I’ll have this posted before ten, and I’m going to take a bath and maybe drink a hot beverage before putting myself to bed. What will I do with a luxurious extra two or three hours of sleep? Gee, I hope I ... sleep.
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