Grumbly ramble

My doctor is the nicest, sweetest person in the world. So why do I hate going to the doctor? I think it all started when I was pregnant with my last child. She's 11 now, so you'd think I'd be over it, but the mind is a funny thing.

When I was nearing the end of my last pregnancy I was pre-eclampsic and there was deep concern about the baby and I since pre-eclampsia can kill both mother and child. So I was brought in twice a week during the last few weeks and our daughter ended up being delivered 3 weeks early. During those last weeks I developed a deep revulsion to the smell of the hand soap in the doctor's office bathroom and being at the doctor's office made me ill. I was thoroughly sick of doctors' offices and the helpless feeling I had while there. I think it has carried over to my feelings about doctors even today, much as I'd like it not to.

So today, all I had to do was see my doctor so that I could continue receiving my blood pressure meds, the only prescription drug I take. But I was a basket case! This went so deep in my psyche that all of my stress controlling methods didn't work.

I confessed to my doctor this issue I have and she was so sympathetic. She even said she doesn't like going to the doctor either! But she didn't scold me for waiting over 2 years to go in for a visit, and she gently asked me if I had been having regular mammograms (not recently), and she mentioned the "c" word. You know that when you turn 50 they start pestering you to get a colonoscopy, right? Yes, that lovely marker of old age. Nothing like those constant reminders, eh?

Well, she got as far as convincing me to get another mammogram (scheduled next week), but I'll have to work up the courage to get the "c" thing. Hubs had it done and said the worst of it was the stuff you drink the day before, I guess to clean everything out. *sigh* You know what I think of when I think of a colonoscopy? President Bush. The younger one. Polyps, yep. Bush +polyps=colonoscopy.

So, a fun and stressful day it was. Oh, and besides all of that fun I found out that I'm driving around with an expired driver's license! (since my birthday on the 9th), and joy oh, joy, I get to go down to the DMV to get my picture renewed if I want to keep driving. It's about time. The pic on my current one is from 1996! I was wondering when they were going to get around to wanting a new one. But not a peep from them on the matter. I was totally unaware that I needed to renew until I was filling out a form for our refi and was asked the expiration date on my license. Suuuure, lessee, 2-9-2012?? Oh, great! One more thing on my stress pile! Nothing in the mail to let me know it was expiring. Didn't they usually let me know, or was I dreaming that? Then the news about needing a new pic while trying to renew online. Thanks!

Yeah, a pooey day, I'll not lie. Tomorrow I get the blood work done I should've had done today, but the office person didn't tell me I should be fasting. In fact, she said I didn't have to. Ooookaaay. Maybe if I'm up to it I'll get son to haul me over to the DMV afterward and get that pic taken. Being chauffeured around gets old fast. What will I be like as an old lady??

Okay, enough whining. The 15 yo made a chocolate cake for dessert and I made beef and bean burritos for supper. And Hubs and Son got Son's car fixed. Something about a rotor. Oh, and we've been watching Father Barron's Catholicism dvds and they're wooonderful! Less about the Church in particular, although it IS mentioned when appropriate, and more about Christ. Any Christian would enjoy at least the first 3 episodes (all we've seen). Truly inspiring, and such beautiful scenery.

Uh oh, thunder! Well, thus ends my ramble. Blessings on this challenging day!