Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Wear clean underwear
I had a bit of a panic attack at the doctor’s office yesterday. I have a rash on both my wrists that seems to be getting worse so I thought I would have it checked out. The doctor thinks it’s poison oak possible from one of out cats, but I don’t think so. I usually do this once or twice a year, just on my wrists.
Whatever -- I just want it gone. One wrist is really bad so she put me on antibodies and gave me something for the itching but she also said that a shot of steroid would help. Okay fine no problem. Until the nurse comes in and says that she needs to give the shot in my butt. Now I still have a few stray bruises on my behind and while I am a bit proud of them, I have no desire to share with other.
Do you know how quickly imaginary conversations can go through your mind? If she saw anything and asked “How did you get that bruise?” What was my best answer “Paddle or belt – I just can’t remember!” No worries if she saw anything she made no comment. But it reminded me of my mother saying always wear clean underwear; you never know when you might have to go to the doctor. It just caused me to think of ways we could be embarrassed that I never even thought of. We might forgo the hard stuff if I have a physical pending! What an interesting lifestyle we lead!