say aaaaaaaaaaah

being one of the millions of americans living without health insurance has intensified my existing reticence to take a trip to the doctor’s office.

maybe milo can sense this on a unconscious level and that is why he gets so crazy when we take him….anyway, i digress.

before i share anything that might be construed as criticism, i want to first say that i firmly believe that our local doctors are good people and well-intentioned.  i know they aren’t in it for the money (after all, one of them lives one house down from us) and i appreciate the care they have given my family and i.  it is just that as a big city girl, the small town medical experience seems a little unusual.

since i have been here i have gone to see a doctor for depression, and been prescribed the scripture as a cure.  a PA assured me that there was no way i was pregnant, after all i am so old and i was breastfeeding at the time.  augie was born 9 months later.  and of our course i inherited my family’s predisposition for cysts and had to have one (smack dab on the privates) removed by the doc who lives one house down. you would think that after having two babies my capability for embarrassment would be diminished….it isn’t.

to get to the point, after feeling like this –> for 8 days now, i figure that perhaps a visit to the doctor’s office is needed.

i am scheduled to see the same PA that assured me i wasn’t pregnant with augie, but i don’t think she remembers the whole incident, or if she does she isn’t letting on.

hopefully i can be cured, and maybe i can pick up some fodder for my art journal while i am there!