Well, after a year of living in Georgia; and a year of fighting with our insurance company to get us switched off of the Maine network and onto the Georgia network; and a year of allergy issues, Sam finally made it to the doctor this morning! Praise the Lord! Miraculously he walked away with only three prescriptions and a follow-up appointment for sometime next month. I’m really hoping that all these new medications help him feel better and get his allergy issues under control. I need a healthy husband – we don’t have nearly enough life insurance yet to cover him stroking out on me!
Don’t ya love going to a new doctor? I don’t. In fact, I don’t even like going to the doctor at all. I avoid them. Like the plague. And vegetables. And low fat foods. Pretty much every time I’ve ever gone to one they tell me the same thing – I need to lose weight, I need to get my blood pressure under control, and I need to lose weight. Well, duh!
I actually had one doctor ask me if I liked to eat. I won’t lie to you – I asked her if she’d had her eyes tested recently. She wasn’t wearing glasses, so I thought she might need to look into getting some. Honestly, if you’ve ever seen me, you’d know right away that I like to eat. I look like the Stay-Puffed Marshmallow Man – except I’m a girl. This woman went to medical school and had been practicing nutritional medicine for several years – her powers of deduction were astounding. Needless to say, I haven’t been back.