Doctor Look Good
So my friend Mike told me I haven't been updating my blog enough. Duh, I never do. I actually have a reason, sort of...I'm sick. Waaaaahhhh! Cough.
Who gets sick in July? Apparently me.
My illness got annoying enough that I actually....wait for it...WENT TO THE DOCTOR.
I have ran and walked around on three stress fractures for weeks before going to the doctor so you can see what a bold move this was for me.
The thing is, it is really hard for me to call in sick to work, and it is also really hard to do my job while feeling absolutely horrible. (I had a coughing fit in the middle of a phone conversation about a story that is kind of sad, involving death and crime and stuff. It sounded like I was about to cry b/c it was sad. I had to call the dude back after I finished coughing. He understood that I was sick and didn't suddenly grow a soul and am now emotional. Phew. Close one.)
Anyway, the best thing about going to the doctor...he was hot.
I just went to a group of doctors my family goes to and he's a new guy.
I've only had a good looking doctor once before, and he was in orthopedics. I was just injured, not sick and hacking up a lung.
For this appointment, I looked and felt awful.
It was kind of uncomfortable. I'm used to telling women or unattractive men about my symptoms, not some guy who looks less than a decade older than I am.
It went something like this:
Dr. Hot: Time to look up your nose!
Me: (giggle, giggle) Oh,...um, what?
Dr. Hot: Well, no one likes that! (then he smiled and I swear one of this teeth did that twinkle thing you see on TV)
Then he asked if I would like some drugs that would knock me out and help me sleep. I said, "oh, that would be fabulous." I think he got the impression I enjoy drug use.
Also, at this appointment, I came face-to-face with one of my biggest fears: The popsicle stick doctors stick in your mouth.
I hate those. Ever since I was a kid, I would try my hardest to open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue far and scream AHHHHHHHH!!!! all in an attempt to avoid the gagging object of my fear.
Dr. Hot went right for the stick. I felt embarrassed to say, "you know what, put that down I won't need it." (I actually will say that to doctors. I'm really afraid of it.)
So he stuck the wooden weapon on my tounge. Yuck. Luckily I didn't gag.
I'm tired now and must rest. Be well everyone.
Who gets sick in July? Apparently me.
My illness got annoying enough that I actually....wait for it...WENT TO THE DOCTOR.
I have ran and walked around on three stress fractures for weeks before going to the doctor so you can see what a bold move this was for me.
The thing is, it is really hard for me to call in sick to work, and it is also really hard to do my job while feeling absolutely horrible. (I had a coughing fit in the middle of a phone conversation about a story that is kind of sad, involving death and crime and stuff. It sounded like I was about to cry b/c it was sad. I had to call the dude back after I finished coughing. He understood that I was sick and didn't suddenly grow a soul and am now emotional. Phew. Close one.)
Anyway, the best thing about going to the doctor...he was hot.
I just went to a group of doctors my family goes to and he's a new guy.
I've only had a good looking doctor once before, and he was in orthopedics. I was just injured, not sick and hacking up a lung.
For this appointment, I looked and felt awful.
It was kind of uncomfortable. I'm used to telling women or unattractive men about my symptoms, not some guy who looks less than a decade older than I am.
It went something like this:
Dr. Hot: Time to look up your nose!
Me: (giggle, giggle) Oh,...um, what?
Dr. Hot: Well, no one likes that! (then he smiled and I swear one of this teeth did that twinkle thing you see on TV)
Then he asked if I would like some drugs that would knock me out and help me sleep. I said, "oh, that would be fabulous." I think he got the impression I enjoy drug use.
Also, at this appointment, I came face-to-face with one of my biggest fears: The popsicle stick doctors stick in your mouth.
I hate those. Ever since I was a kid, I would try my hardest to open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue far and scream AHHHHHHHH!!!! all in an attempt to avoid the gagging object of my fear.
Dr. Hot went right for the stick. I felt embarrassed to say, "you know what, put that down I won't need it." (I actually will say that to doctors. I'm really afraid of it.)
So he stuck the wooden weapon on my tounge. Yuck. Luckily I didn't gag.
I'm tired now and must rest. Be well everyone.
posted by Kate T. at 7:12 PM
7 Comments:
I am very proud of you for going to the doctor - strange what the medical profession can do...like healing and stuff.
On a side note, did you get a strep culture done? I heard it might be going around (for the millionth time) and since I catch it so easily, I thought perhaps I should warn you.
No strep. My throat OK. Feeling much better. I love Z-packs...or their generic equivilent.
Hooray for Dr. Hot, and KNT news.
Nice job on the whole "finally subscribing to Western medicine" thing. Sorry you're sick - feel better soon!
Boo sick. Yay Kate for going to the doctor. Glad to hear you are feeling better now! And that you are updating the blog.
Who is this "Mike" character, and why hasn't a Cabinet meeting been called so that we may meet, and possibly approve of, him?
Hmmm? Kate, you're really slacking on this.
;)
Mike is my married friend from grad school. Have you been playing with a jump to conclusions mat?
I thought I explained who he was when I told you about the marathon. I usually brief you on everyone I know.
Post a Comment
<< Home