To go, or not to go.

I can laugh and joke about our bodily functions, even write amusing (?) poetry, but when it comes to discussing them seriously with the Doctor,  no chance.

It is very rare I go to the surgery other than for my diabetes checks, but sometimes you have to bite the bullet, file away your embarrassment and strip.
Ho hum.
bananaI wasn’t always like this, and when I worked for an American International Bank, an annual women’s health check was included in the health package.
It never worried me whether the Doc was male or female either, they saw hundreds of patients of various shapes and sizes with a variety of ailments, but basically (apart from our gender) , we have the same equipment which we need to keep in good working order to remain healthy. I keep telling myself that.

I have had a few scares in the past with lumps where they shouldn’t be, and now get regular breast screenings as a matter of course. I never realised I had so much ‘up top’ until it was flattened out like some kind of lumpy porridge amoeba on the X-ray plate and smiled for the camera.
The lumps I had were drained with a tiny needle (I sported a round ‘third nipple’ plaster for the day) and were simply small cysts which disappeared without further treatment. Mind you, the doc who examined me was a dreamboat, so that probably helped as I’m a sucker for a guy with blue eyes and dark hair.

supermanHubby is neither but knows this, even telling his blue eyed dark haired friend who teased me enormously thereafter  and I couldn’t look at him without blushing for weeks.

And so to today.
Despite OTC remedies, it’s not going away on its own, so I need some heavy shit intervention.
Up early, shower, hair wash, the full shebang ready for the examination.
I saw a lady, but even then, I flushed as pink as my jumper.
embarassedActually, she was lovely, put me at my ease and chatted about my general health and well-being.
‘It’s nothing to worry about,’ she said, and gave me a prescription for antibiotics to ‘zap it’ completely.

As they say about liking your eggs, is that ‘piled’ or ‘boiled’.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to To go, or not to go.

  1. scifihammy says:

    Aw shame. I sympathise. It isn’t easy having to get personal stuff checked out, but always worth doing so. 🙂

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