The Way The Cookie Crumbles

Going to the Doctor’s Office is never a fun thing to do. It often means sharing your most humiliating problems; things you’d rather not share with anyone, but HAVE to share with your Doctor in order to fix the problem.

First you have to call up the Office; at my Doctor’s Office it means you get a menu first, you know the ones where you have to pick and chose which way you want to go? I can choose to call in a prescription, and I can even choose to confer with colleagues (if I was a Doctor that is). If you want to make an appointment then just stay on the line and you will be helped as soon as possible.

I wrote about my back problems in the previous post and is thankfully not as embarrassing as some other problems I’ve had. It does not, however, take away the embarrassment you undergo before you even step into the exam room.

Has it ever occurred to anyone that it is not polite to stare at people when you walk into a room? Yes, I know it is human nature for people to do that, but does anyone realize that it actually scares people? When I walked into the waiting room at my Doc’s Office the ENTIRE room was filled up with people and EVERYONE looked up and stared at me when I entered the room.

I had to physically restrain myself from not turning right around and bolt from the room. Due to my back and neck problems that was not even possible since I could barely walk, but that is beside the point.

Once I’ve found a seat that was not near close enough for anyone to be able to touch me, I sat down and set upon pretending to read magazines while I spied studied people. Everyone does it. We all say we don’t, but everyone does it.

After a short fifteen minute wait I got called in by my Doc and he led me to his exam room. Here’s the thankful thing; we don’t have to undress. Well I didn’t have to. I don’t know if others have, but I’ve never have.

I just explained my problems and he said to hop up on the exam table. Then he proceeded to take my arm, give it a little twist back and forth, up and down until I yelped out in pain. I wanted to slap him silly, especially after he lifted my shirt at the back and started to prod and push on several parts of my lower back. I thought I was in pain before? It was nothing compared to when he did his prodding.

And that was it.

Yes, it was as simple as that. He gave me a prescription for inflammatory pain killers and told me to take it easy. NEXT!