Doctor, Doctor

Posted on May 18, 2005 in Body Language Medications Routine

Nothing to do for the first seven hours of the day, which began at 6:45 so I lay in a torpor, my eyes sometimes open, sometimes closed. Then I went out. I went to Cost Plus to pick up some food. Then to the office where my cardiologist and endocrinologist practice — hell, where everyone is except for my pdoc and my therapist. I saw the cardiologist first who assured me that he saw no reason for alarm: I had a cold, had been taking steroids for my asthma, and was under stress from the resulting light mania. When his nurse tried to take my pulse, my right hand shook so much she had to move to the left.

I went upstairs to make an appointment with the dietician. The receptionist had eyes which could have been carved from an Antarctic glacier and then polished into perfect spheres. We set a date for next week. I went back downstairs and read a year old interview with Kate Winslett who complained that she couldn’t be hot because she had a big butt. In my head, I respectfully disagreed.

My endocrinologist called me in. After reviewing my blood sugar charts, she decided to alter my prescription slightly. Glucophage XR once a day — a huge dose. I just have to decide which is the largest meal that I take. She walked me out and I made another appointment to see her in three months. August. On the same day that I go back to see my cardiologist.

If it weren’t for these doctors, I wouldn’t have any social life.