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I went to the doctor yesterday. It was the first time I’d done so in Ottawa, which means that it’s probably been seven or eight years since I’ve talked to a medical talking person. The last one was in Kingston, and I don’t think he was actually a practitioner of anything. He had a jacket, but no wisdom to impart. I didn’t see him too much.

My father’s the same. He has some sort of diabetic situation and two teeth left, and pretty much never sees a doctor – even then, it’s only at the walk-in clinic at the Carlingwood mall or something. I’ve always assumed that this was a man thing, you don’t go to talk to somebody about yourself unless absolutely necessary, right? And my dad’s pushing 70. Who am I to question this approach?

The thing was that the waiting room was full of men, a real half-and-half split with the old ladies creeping around. So maybe men do go to the doctor in real life. Maybe I should get my dad to go there too.

My appointment was for a routine physical, arranged by my wife, who has been seeing this particular doctor for years and set the whole thing up while I wasn’t paying attention. And it was fine, except for: needles.

I’m a big girl when it comes to needles. Come to think of it, every girl I know would take a needle without flinching or taking time out of their day to try to solicit sympathy by writing about it, so maybe I shouldn’t say that. The doctor’s assistant called me a sissy. To prove her wrong, I kicked her in the shoulder and punched her in the neck as she fell down – she called from the hospital this morning to apologize for being so rude.

The tetanus booster kind of hurts today, but it was the blood sample that I knew would be most uncomfortable. The needle felt like it went halfway through my elbow. Maybe it did! I didn’t watch. Blood is gross. I kind of have to hold myself when I think about it, even right now. I’m not sure what my problem is, but there’s a problem, for sure.

In any case, I’m pleased to report that nothing’s specifically wrong at this time. I have an appointment with an opthamologist (ie, not the guy in a room in the back of the eyeglasses store on Tuesday and Thursday evenings) to address the fact that I can’t really see anything, and have referrals and prescriptions for both physiotherapy and massage, which should address some of the aches and pains caused by my dual careers in website authoring and heavy lifting.


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