I would tell you what this pup's name is but I'm not sure. It's either Butter Bean or Biscuit or Brownie. Whatever its name is, it's freaking adorable.
I went over to meet the pups and get some hugs after my doctor's appointment and let me just say this- never in my life have I gotten so very worked up for so little reason.
Jesus Christ. Pretty much thought I might die this morning. Full blown panic. I took an Ativan forty-five minutes before I was supposed to be there. I guess it helped. And then the funniest thing happened- I got a text from Rachel. She said, "Dr. Zorn's new office is fancy!"
I texted her back, "Have you been there today?"
And she replied, "We're here now."
Turns out that she had an appointment for a med check with the doctor right before my appointment. Of all the days in the year!
And they were still there when I got there so I got good hugs from them and Rachel commiserated because she has the same medical anxieties I do. It was so nice to see them. And Dr. Zorn's new office IS fancy, in a brand new building but his staff is still the same down-home folks they always are. I have never in my life met a receptionist who uses terms like, "Sweetie, Love, Honey" the way Zorn's receptionist does and I usually hate that sort of thing but in the case of me being in a doctor's office, it's balm to my soul. And of course I am "Miss Mary" because I am a woman of a certain age and in the south that's what people do and some people hate that but hell- it's sort of sweet.
So I had to wait quite awhile today to see the doctor. Longer than I've ever had to wait at Zorn's. They've started a new thing for the Medicare patients wherein one of his NP's comes in first to go over questions like what tests I might need or if I want certain vaccines and some life style questions about exercising and so forth. And that was the first time I'd met this lady. She was sweet too and we ended up talking some about her fourteen month old son who just got tubes put in his ears because he's had eight ear infections in his short life and I could tell that she has suffered through them with him. She showed me a picture of him. He is gorgeous.
I told her I'd get the pneumonia vaccine and she gave it to me. At this point in my life I'll take any vaccine they want to give me.
And then I waited and waited and waited, pretending to read my New Yorker magazine. I couldn't tell you what I read if you held a gun to my head. You want to know what I was really doing? I was conjecturing that something horrible had showed up in my blood work (of course) and that Dr. Zorn was researching it and making phone calls about who to send me to next.
He finally came in, cute as ever, said, "Hey! Your blood pressure is good! I like that!" And we chatted a few minutes about this and that and then he said that all of my blood work looked great and that okay, my cholesterol is a little high but he's not going to worry about it and he kept saying, "You look great!"
I couldn't believe it.
We talked some about my medical anxiety situation and he listened to me and didn't make fun of me. He really is kind. And then he did that thing that I always promise myself I'm going to pay more attention to in order to figure out how he does it where suddenly, I'm on the exam table and he's looking in my eyes and listening to my heart and lungs and poking around in my abdomen. It's like a magic trick. I really do not understand it.
I asked him how his boys are and if there's another baby on the way and he said the boys are great and "Oh, let me show you some pictures" and he did and they are beautiful little guys AND, yes, they have a girl on the way, due in October.
I gave him a jar of dilly beans. "You're so nice!" he said. "I'll eat these for lunch!" And he told me again that I looked great and he sort of side-hugged me and said, "Call me if you need me," and I told him thanks for taking care of my Lily and my Rachel and he said that we have a great crew.
"Well, we're crazy," I said.
"Everyone's crazy," he told me. "It's just that some people know they're crazy and some people don't."
And that's how it went.
And then I went to visit Jessie and Levon and got to see Vergil too. Jessie let the puppies out and we played with them in the front yard. They are...well, puppies. Cute as...well, puppies.
No big deal. I do not fear the mammograms.