Had a doctor's appointment today - I loathe doctors. They are trouble! They either poke and prod you so it hurts or you meet a doctor and you move to a different country where he too pokes you - albeit in a slightly better way!
I have a birthmark/mole that's changed and my GP referred me to this specialist and today, he took a look at it (it's right under my left breast). I didn't want any students present as Boyfriend still knows quite a few in Med. School and I didn't want to sort of go "Hi there! Hey, look at my breast!!" to someone I recognised. Sadly, I realised that the student was a gorgeous guy who I wouldn't have minded getting a closer look at but by then it was too late and I was left with Dr. can't-take-a-joke-and-don't-dare-ask-me-about-sunbeds-or-I'll-kill-you!
And of course, you meet someone for about a minute and then they want you to hop onto the bed and pull up your top. Men! Hmpf!
Dr: Hmmm - I don't like the look of it.
Me (thinking): What? There's absolutely nothing wrong with my breast, you old fart!
Me (saying): Oooh.
Dr: And no doubt you'll feel more comfortable if we remove it.
Me (thinking): My Breast? Is he crazy? Oooh, I get it! Is he giving me the option to choose? Removal = needles = a phobic Ems.
Me: No, not really.
Dr: Well, I want it to be examined under a microscope because I don't like the look of it!
Me (sensing there's no point in discussing this any further): Oh
Dr: Ok, I'll refer you and you'll get an appointment from hospital X's plastic surgery.
Me: Oh,I thought it could be done here.
Dr (looking at me as if I was the dumbest person alive): No! I can't do it here, we'll need to go deep and it's quite big.
Me (thinking): Fuuuuuuuuck!
Me (saying): Ok! Brilliant!
Do you think I dared ask if he could throw in a lipo while he was at it? I mean, plastic surgery - it's about efficiency, isn't it?
No, I quickly walked out of the hospital, took a deep breath and called Boyfriend who promptly reminded me that this is a well known professor and if he doesn't like it - it's not a good thing. Thanks for cheering me up honey!
2 comments:
Jag vet precis hur det känns! en sommar fick jag en remiss till ösd för att undersöka min sneda rygg, och inför en oförskämt snygg läkare fick jag springa tvärs igenom undersökningsrummet, iförd endast strumpor och underkläder så fort jag bara kunde.. på tårna framåt, och på hälarna bakåt.. bland det värsta jag har varit med om.. :)
Ahhh, men sa har du ocksa ungdomens skonhet. Gravitationen ar tyvarr vetenskapligt bevisad, speciellt nar man narmar sig tjugotio!
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