Enough with the pricks

As I was resting at DD’s over the weekend, he suggested I knock over another item on my medical to-do list: a skin cancer check.

Confession: I haven’t had one for years, which is very naughty for a redhead.

DD booked me into his local skin cancer clinic, I rocked up, the bloke told me to strip to my undies and bra, he checked my skin and said: “Ooooh, I don’t like the look of this one on your back.”

Sigh. Damn.

And then he said: “I’ll just need to give you a needle and do a biopsy.”

Sigh. Of course you do.

Another bloody needle. That’s my 10th in a week.

I will know in the next few days if there’s anything to worry about.

Yesterday also involved a flurry of calls about Freddie the Fibroid. I have secured an appointment next Monday to see the bloke who invented the technique of robotically removing large fibroids through small incisions.

He happened to have a cancellation and the receptionist advised me to allow at least two hours waiting time.

I would have preferred he wasn’t at St George Private Hospital, as that will be quite the hike. And I would have preferred not to sit in a waiting room for two hours when I have a busy job. But it is what it is.

Securing the appointment required promising to obtain a referral and a pelvic ultrasound at breakneck speed.

The ultrasound place near DD’s had an appointment at 11.30am today. I had been planning to head home last night, but postponed.

I’d run out of undies, so I did a socks and jocks run to the local Coles and also picked up the ingredients for sausages and mash.

I cooked dinner to make it up to DD because I have been VERY CRANKY over the last few days.

I think it’s a combination of being annoyed that my health issues were under-managed by my doctor, together with stress about calling various medical people to try and get my ducks in a row for surgery.

I absolutely HATE talking on the phone.

I have apologised profusely to DD for being so unpleasant.

I need to start drinking half a litre of water at 10.30am for the ultrasound and will pack a spare pair of those new undies just in case …

Thank you to everyone who has shared their stories and offered advice about GPs, it has been very much appreciated.

Now I just need to book a spot in a physio-cise class …

Song of the day: The Fray “How to save a life”