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This morning I took two kids to the doctor with me so I could get a physical. It was an adventure! It was the first normal, healthy, no babies, regular doctor (not an OB) physical I’ve had in I don’t know how long. The doctor (someone I’d never seen before) seemed a little confused that I was there because I wasn’t sick. Funny. Everyone seemed confused that I had two kids with me, but they managed politely and positively to work around Maggie screaming when I put her down and Degen wanting to continually get another drink of water from the water cooler (he loves water coolers).
The doctor checked the red spot on my tummy and said it’s no big deal, just an infected hair folicle that should go away on its own. The scar on my back is definitely just a scar, not a cyst, but may be the kind of scar that keeps on growing. As my sister later said on the phone “what’s the difference between a scar that keeps on growing and a tumor?” I’ll have to ask my mom about that one, but the doctor thought it wasn’t a big deal.
Because of my history with gestational diabetes, he checked my blood sugar and said I do not have diabetes. He seemed totally unimpressed with my assertion that I’d been working on improving my chances of not getting diabetes and had lost 15 pounds in the last month and a half, and I was a little disappointed that he wasn’t more cheerleader-ish about it. He was also unimpressed that I’ve been working out 30 minutes a day for the last 40 days. Hmph. He did tell me to keep doing it and said that if I don’t I’ll get diabetes.
My tongue has big cracks in it, and the doctor said that can sometimes be a symptom of anemia, so he had an iron check done. No anemia, either. Both that test and the blood sugar test involved drawing blood, but the nurse at the lab in the office was so expert that I hardly noticed the prick! It was seriously the least uncomfortable prick I’ve ever experienced. Speaking of needles, I was also a couple of years overdue for a tetanus shot, so I got one of those from another angelic nurse who managed to give me the shot while I wasn’t looking and I didn’t even know for sure if she’d done it or not until I felt her stick the bandaid on. THAT is impressive.
Degen was excited to watch him check my eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. He listened to my heart and my breathing and Degen liked that too. I have a feeling he’s going to start to pretend he’s a doctor soon. Maybe a Batman-Doctor. Degen and Maggie both have been entertaining us by singing “na na na na na na na na BATMAN!” at unexpected moments lately. They both like the old Adam West 60s version of the Batman Movie.
So, clean bill of health. Nothing to do but what I’m already doing. And now I can step on rusty nails sans consequence…j/k
I had a physical just a couple days ago and the doctor said that my tongue canyon (he he) could be a magnesium deficiency. And Dr. Frazier said it was a vitamin B deficiency. I wonder who’s right?