Speaking of doctors and the like, I had three this week (one was a dental appointment, another was an ultrasound and the third was a mammogram.)
The dental appointment was "interesting" to say the least (everyone in the room found out just how sensitive my gag reflex is without me losing my breakfast all over the room [and that was
without getting x-rays!].) The temporary caseworker and the dentist were shocked that I just started bucking while making gagging noises when she (the dentist) tried to find out just how wide my mouth would go before there was trouble {that was when she decided that I was just too troublesome to even attempt anything other than a visual examination before referring me to an oral surgeon who will put me under}. Then, my caseworker and I found out that the guy I was referred to didn't take my health insurance... Luckily for everyone involved, we hadn't left the parking lot yet.
Both the pelvic ultrasound and mammogram were in the same building, so I had little-to-no trouble. I felt sorry for the person giving me the pelvic ultrasound because he had to deal with me. He ended up talking with his supervisor about what to do about the second part of the exam (they decided that it would be best not to proceed with it and just sent me to the breast imaging clinic one floor down.) Everyone in the ultrasound clinic were grateful that I brought a liter of water to drink (the females on the forum as well as anyone familiar with the exam that I went through can understand why.) I left them with a Happy International Cat Appreciation Month farewell before going to the other clinic.
In the other clinic, they had trouble with another patient ahead of me (it took all of my won'tpower not to turn her over my knee like they did before it was considered child abuse.) Then I went "in back" (much to my relief) and the technician said that she remembered me from last year. We chatted a bit about this and that, including the song going on in the background (it was
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen) and I mentioned that next week is Queen's movie's opening (she didn't believe me until she turned the speakers up in the room.) She also let me know that I was the third or fourth patient to use the newest machine (I tend to be one of the "test subjects" on new/er equipment.
) When I left, security personel were "escorting" the troublesome patient away (she wasn't walking on her own iykwim.)
I ended my day there picking up a quick lunch, one that Namaste Jesus might've liked (kung pao tofu, a sparkling water and three pieces of candy the were 20% off.) None of the staff could believe just how quiet I am (three doctor's didn't stop talking about one of their patiens' cases right in front of me until one spotted me: I just let them know that I wasn't listening...) A couple of Milwaukee police officers entered the building just as I was leaving, picking up a "client" (I wonder if it was the other woman in Breast Imaging...) Oh, well. :sigh: I then headed for the bus stop, encountering the jerk who drives an old hearse he refurbished with a PA system and covered with fudamentalist garbage, and found myself looking forward to seeing my furred purrson plural (the more I interact with humans in general, the more I appreciate
s!) He's actually not allowed in that area unless he's going to the emergency room on a stretcher (he has an injunction against him, prohibiting him from being within 500 feet of both the hospital and the university due to harassment.)
Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
