Why is it that we all hate to go to see a doctor? I absolutely adore my doctor, but I still would rather not go. He is a fabulous doctor though and I know how darned right lucky I am to have him. It's a great story though, about how Mark Benson came to be my doctor. I used to go to his wife, Aurora. Mark, at that time, was in charge of the Emergency Room at Eisenhower Hospital here in the desert. I happened to be in the hospital with really bad bronchitis quite a few years ago. He was on call for his wife, who was on vacation. I don't know why, but we just seemed to hit it off and I really did like him. He mentioned to me that he was going to go into private practice with his wife and I just automatically said, "Do you think she would mind if I had you for my doctor?" He actually told me that he didn't think she would, so that is how I became his very first patient.
Over the years, he has been wonderful to me. He spends so much time with me when we go in that I am almost embarassed to think he might have patients waiting for him. But we (Dick always goes with me and vise versa) are always there over forty five minutes, and sometimes more. We just visit a lot and laugh because he is always joking around. How many doctors these days do you know that will spend more than fifteen minutes with a patient and my hemotologist only spends three or four. Anyway, I really do like this guy.
Having said that, I had to go see him today because my stupid cold is now accompanied by asthma, which I have been able to keep under control since I started taking Advair. He said to me, "Haven't you lost some weight?" Gee, that sounded good to me but I felt guilty so I asked him to see how much I weighed the last time I was in. He looked and grinned by saying, "You've gained five pounds." Yes, I knew that. Holiday weight, you know, which just hasn't come off. Still, it was pretty nice to have him think I had lost. I was wanting to go home, but we stayed longer than we would have because he just seems to relax and take his time when we are there.
On the way home I got the bright idea that I needed to have my hair cut. It was really really long and was driving me crazy, plus I wanted my hair washed so badly and was afraid to do it at home because it takes forever to dry and I had no energy to do it anyway. So now, I have it really really short and I think I am going to like it very much.
Didn't mean to get off the track but now that I have a prescription for a prednisone blast, I am sure the asthma will go. I can only take one antibiotic, Cypro, because I am so allergic to everything. We are both afraid that eventually I will get allergic to Cypro too, so neither of us wants for me to have to take it. I need to save it for a worse time I think. He did give me a presciption for it to get filled if I get a fever.
Actually, I do feel better already and yes, doctors can be fun.