Last week was a big week for doctor’s appointments. Not only did I see my eye doctor on Monday, but I had back-to-back appointments with my new GP and OB-GYN on Thursday. Still feeling under-the-weather, I would have preferred to reschedule both of Thursday’s appointments. I even called up my GP’s office to see if that were possible, but they told me they were booking into April of next year. So, just as I had on Monday, I put on my mask and hoped for the best.
I don’t know that I love my new GP, but as options are extremely limited these days, I’m just glad to have one. She listened to my concerns and wrote me some relevant scripts, and that’s all one can ask. Sick though I felt, she deemed me healthy enough for a flu shot, so I got one while I was there. I love the convenience.
My OB-GYN seemed harried, which was disappointing. I’d switched to her care because she’d seemed less harried than my old doctor. Oh, well. I don’t blame her. The medical field is pretty well messed up these days. Too many patients, too few doctors. On her way out of the room, she wished me well and told me that my job was to stay “medically uncomplicated.” Ha! I doubt my eye doctor would say I was medically uncomplicated, but I suppose it’s good that at least one doctor thinks that I am.