When you go to the lady doctor for your yearly poke-and-prod, some tests aren’t so yearly anymore.
Depending on your age and family history, your physician may recommend a Pap smear, for example, every two years… or a mammogram only after age 40.
(My family history is so checkered, I get to do these type of tests every year, but I’ve heard rumors.)
The other thing you have to do every time you walk in a doctor’s office is a weight check. This I feel should change.
The nurse usually takes my weight, after consulting my chart. Unless I appear to have ballooned to an obese level, I don’t feel this is a necessary measure. It’s not the way I want to start the conversation, either…
Unless the nurse takes his/her weight, too. Then we have something to discuss.
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I’m having an MRI done today.
My left shoulder is injured (no doubt a result of daily blog postings to The Egg).
When my doctor put in the order with my insurance company, I made sure it said “open MRI” on all the paperwork. And when I later made the appointment with the radiology center, I re-confirmed that I was scheduled for an open MRI machine.
I would have to be sedated to go through the tunnel in the regular MRI machine.
Yep, I’m one of those claustrophobic types. I don’t just talk the talk; I really am claustrophobic. And unfortunately, my fear of tight spaces has reared its ugly head in public places in the past.
Most memorably, I panicked in the tiny, windowless elevator at the St. Louis Arch. If you ever been, you understand. If you’ve never been and you’re claustrophobic?
Of course, going into my appointment today, I wonder if my chart has special notes on it because I specifically requested the open MRI.
Do you think there’s a medical code for ‘wuss?’
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