A few weeks back I shared my fear of meeting a new physician. The day came and went, seemingly uneventful. The word ‘seemingly’ sounds so innocuous, so very bland. I wish the transitioning were also. I am on another journey.
I am not the person who usually wonders what you are thinking, what motivates you. I see things pretty black and white, with the understanding that you will make me aware of what I need to know. Change is difficult enough for me. I don’t do wishy-washy well. Which leads back to my initial concerns about changing physicians.
I really hate some of the times when I am right.
Back we go to the drawing board. To quote the nurse, “Dr So-and-So said she is not going to simply take the documentation of your previous neurologist. She wants to repeat some tests.“
I am sure she said some noteworthy things following that statement. I didn’t hear any of it. I heard “cha-ching, cha-ching.”
There is a reason for all of this that my finite eyes cannot see. For now, I have a calendar full of back-to-back calendar events labled ‘medical’.