I know. I'm old.
I finally went and found Dr. She to be very nice and caring and kind. And knowledgeable. She took the time to talk with me at great length about questions I had. She even took the time to discuss what was going on in my personal life. I can't say any Dr. He's have ever done that before. And what impressed me the most was that she actually remembered who I was from my granddaughter's birth. So I was really liking her. And then she gave me a list of tests a mile long that I need to have "now that I am 50".
So this week I underwent the first one. And without going all Katie Couric-y on you, let me just say that it wasn't as bad as one envisions. There is a lady in our community dying from colon cancer. I'm thinking the inconveniences I went through are nothing compared to hers. I was very appreciative of the fact that they gave me something to make me sleep "during the procedure". It worked really well. In fact, I was thinking that it might be something I should take the next time I have to get on an airplane.
Except my husband would have to learn how to do an IV. But he would probably be willing. Apparently as I was waking up, he was holding my hand, and I looked at him and smiled and said "You are my favorite person and I love your goatee."
He's been smiling ever since.