I thought, briefly, that I was going to be doctor's-appointment-free for a while after my trip to the orthopedic surgeon. I still have to have the procainamide infusion with Dr. Sneakers at some point (I don't have a date yet), but other than that, I'd been looking forward to a few doctorless months.
It was not to be. I got a phone call yesterday that I'm to go back to my primary cardiologist, Dr. Cufflinks, this month. I really like him, and maybe I can talk to him about how frustrated I felt after seeing Dr. Sneakers in September. I'm not sure what he wants to see me for; perhaps we'll compare styling products (the man sports quite the coiffure).
I just hate taking so much time off from work. I always get everything done, and when I have an appointment I either come in early or work late from home that evening. But, I'm the only person in my office who's always taking off for the hospital. My bosses know, vaguely, that I have some health issues, and they know that I work hard and make up for any time I need off. I've told them I have a "heart condition", and I had to open up about my arthritis as well when I was asked to go golfing with them. But they don't know that my cardiac diagnosis is so fuzzy, and that it's on-going. I should probably sit down with them and make sure they're clear on the fact that I'm likely always going to have more doctor's appointments than anybody else, but I am very conscientious about making up any time I need off.
As a kid, I sort of imagined I'd get into the working world and leave illness in my dust. But it's always there, sticking its nose in.