I haven’t had health insurance since June 2004…. My last physical was in 2003…
Since I’m all insured now I figured I better get my happy ass back in for a check up… As well as drag Chad with me. He hasn’t hasn’t had one in 10 years and his mom has threatened creating a need to see a doctor if I didn’t help persuade him to go in a for a physical.
My doc wasn’t accepting new patients…. grrrr…. My boss suggested we give HER doc a try…. I called… THEY weren’t taking any new patients either.
Amy smirked when I told her this, picked up the phone and quickly had appointments for us lined up.
The concept of changing docs is intimidating… I wasn’t displeased with my previous one’s performance – but I never felt 100% at-ease to discuss “ANYTHING”… She was my dad’s doctor and her assignment was more like an arranged marriage and less like what I would think should be an intimate pairing process.
Boss lady’s doc is considered a close friend of her family AND a “gay doc”… Not to suggest that one’s sexual orientation makes you a better or worse doctor – but definitely means that if you’re homo also – it eliminates any of those awkward moments when you’d otherwise hesitate to share health information based on social stigma: “Hey Doc, we were trying something out of the Kama Sutra the other night and I got this weird pain right here.”
Besides… If the princess who could have any doctor in town she wanted trusts her and her family’s health to this man – he must be good. 
The first-date-willies were severely reduced when we pulled up and I laid eyes on Dr. David’s building… Kick-ass modern mid-century…. Right on… I figured if I didn’t like the staff I could always just drool on the architecture.
The willies were further reduced when they called us BOTH back and told us that we could share the same examination room.
They’re like a tag-team… A Doc and a Nurse Practitioner. The FPN, an attractive, fit, cosmo-cool looking woman with fashionable glasses, entered the room introduced herself.
You ever meet someone who you’re instantly at-ease with? Catherine was this flavor of cool.. within five minutes we were openly chatting about everything from family history to sexual habits.
We were poked, felt, squeezed and coughed all within an hour and deemed mostly healthy….
“Mostly” referring to me. She heard something funny through the stethoscope and confirmed with the EKG… I have something funky with my heartbeat pattern.
I was reassured that it’s not cause for alarm, but rather cause for investigation.
She ordered me something called a “2D Doppler Heart Scan”.
My mom has a similar phenomena which turned out to be a non-life threatening peculiarity. If ever I was to pray for genetics to come through – it’d be now.
I thought when you quit smoking you were supposed to get healthier.
I thought I wasn’t blogging…. oh yeah – I’m not.