Yesterday, when I looked at my bottle of sertraline in my tote bag for work, I could see that there were only about 15 pills remaining. It was my last refill, so I was running out of time to get more. With 15 days remaining, I had to make an appointment fast! I called my PCP and I got in at 11 am this morning 😉 Wasn’t such a huge rush at all.
I probably should’ve gone sooner, but I honestly hate going to the doctor. I am nervous around them and don’t like to share about myself openly with a medical doctor. However, my PCP is really friendly, so no worries there. I still hate making the appointment, making it work with my schedule, going over there, and worst of all, thinking about all the sick people that have sat in that chair before me.
I actually made a smart move when considering my PCP. Instead of going to just a regular family doctor, I chose an MD who practices mostly with the geriatric community 😀 Most patients that come in there are coming to get their blood sugar or heart checked! I am always, always the youngest one in there.
I planned my day accordingly, and I prepared to leave twenty minutes early from work. The place was only 3 minutes drive away, so I didn’t have to leave really early. I got there on time, filled out the one sheet they gave me, waiting only shortly for the doctor, visited with him, he refilled my prescription, and then I was on my way. The entire visit took less than an hour. I was very pleased. It couldn’t have been more stress free.
Prior to doctor’s appointments, when I’m sitting in the waiting room, I get really nervous. The anticipation of someone coming through the door and calling my name is enough to make me feel twitchy. The picture above is an interesting one. I took it for K and sent it to him through Viber to show him that I was wearing the coat he bought me. What’s interesting about the picture is my face. The face I’m making is silly and not at all attractive, but it’s the face I make when I’m stressed. I’ve always made it.
Please excuse my ponytail hair and yes, I’m wearing makeup, but it’s not obvious. I’m one of those people who needs lots and lots of makeup to make it even look good. Otherwise, it’s pointless 🙂
When my upper lip is tucked under my bottom lip like that, I am clenching my jaw, grinding my teeth, and breathing rapidly through my nose. This is kind of one of my coping mechanisms I suspect. I don’t realize it until I get tired from it. Funny how that has become a part of me.