I don’t think it’s any secret that I’m not the biggest fan of doctors. If you’ve read some of my past posts, you know that I was misdiagnosed at the age of six with leukemia and told that I either needed to start chemo right away or I would be dead within six weeks. My mom says that’s why it’s called practice – sometimes doctors don’t know what they’re doing. For a good two to three years, I was getting blood drawn and other tests done all the time in an effort to figure out what was wrong with me. All in all, I’m pretty doctored out.
Wednesday, I had my first real doctor’s appointment in like forever. I really only went to get a referral, but the doctor only touched me twice – to look at both of my knees. There was no blood drawn, no peeing in a cup – nothing. I obviously don’t remember going to the doctor when there wasn’t anything wrong with me, but it just seemed really odd.
I have my first rheumatologist appointment in forever on March 9th at the medical college. I’m really hoping that it goes well. I’m sure that it will, but I guess I’m just nervous. No doubt you’ll hear all about it.
I have so many things that I feel like I need to talk to the rheumy about and I just have no clue where to start.
As a side note – there are still two celebrities to cover with arthritis, but I probably won’t be posting on that subject until mid-March. I’ve got a string of projects due for school, including my capstone project that I have to focus a little more on here. Also, since I’m already going off on tangents, I got into the University of Wisconsin’s graduate school in Madison. I start in the fall and I’m pretty ecstatic about it.
Oh and your smile-bringer today? Just a little self-promotion.