Tuesday, October 11–I went to a new primary care physician today. She’s an intelligent doctor and she did a thorough examination and asked all the right questions. My reason for this visit was to check out the possibility that I might have an ulcer. I was having symptoms that indicated that might be my problem. I had been miserable for quite some time. Dr. M agreed that she, too, thought it was probably an ulcer. She gave me meds to tide me over while we wait for the blood test results. No surprising news there.
Part of my physical was, of course, a breast exam. She stopped midway through the examination of my left breast and asked, “Have you felt this? Do you do self-exams?” I confessed that I only occasionally do the self check. She had me feel what she was talking about and yes, there was a mass that I had not detected. She ordered a diagnostic mammogram. And now the waiting begins. Radiology is to call me to set up an appointment. Why can’t I call them and set up the damn appointment!
This is one of those times when it’s difficult being divorced and living alone. I tried not to cry as I drove home. As soon as I got inside my house, I sat down and let it all out.
Wednesday, October 12–The doctor’s office told me to call scheduling today if I hadn’t heard from them. I waited until after lunch and then made the call. They were as helpful as they knew how to be but told me they had no order for my mammogram and since it’s a diagnostic mammogram, it has to come from the doctor. All this after jumping through the usual telephone acrobatics that go with today’s medical services. I called the doctor’s office and told them of my findings. And then I think I made a bad decision. I told her to cancel the order to that hospital and send it instead to the other hospital. My reasoning was that apparently the first one didn’t have their act together and my doctor’s office is a part of the second hospital so that would keep all communication in the same house, so to speak. Little did I know.
Thursday, October 13–I’ve cooled my jets all day today. Don’t want to be obsessive about this. After all, it could be nothing. But here’s the thing, I’m the type of person who wants and needs to confront the problem once I know there is a problem. Waiting for other people to act curtails my ability to meet the issue head on. Frustrating.
Friday, October 14–Okay I’m obsessing again. Called scheduling at the second hospital. Was on hold for longer than I liked, with constant recorded reminders that they would be with me soon and they respected the value of my time. Finally, a live person who told me they had not received the order. Sigh. Back to the doctor’s office to ask why. Fortunately I don’t have a problem with high blood pressure as I can feel myself getting strident as I speak to the first person who answers the phone. Sorry. The third (I think) person I talked with sorta/kinda explained it and said someone would call me back today. It’s 4:30 and I haven’t heard a word. But it’s okay. I’m chillin’. I’m cool. No telling how long said spot has been there. It can wait a while longer. 🙂
6:00 pm–Went to the Latino band rehearsal. I do this every Friday evening so I can prepare my power point for Sunday morning. The side effect is that I feel totally at peace when I’m in that place with those wonderful people. They even let me sing along from my computer station in the back of the room. God is good.
To be continued.