“Well, the doctor says
it could be a tumor.”
OK,
maybe I shouldn’t lead with that.
Hey
there! Hi there! Ho there! I’m Dave-El and welcome to I’m So Glad My Suffering
Amuses You.
Today’s
topic? My suffering.
I
wrote in Monday’s post that the stabbing pains in certain points of my skull
were starting to ebb just a bit. I noted
the stabbing sensations were moving from ice pick to butter knife.
I
may have spoke too soon.
I
made it to work OK and I did get some things done but I did have to contend
with continued the stabbing pains in certain points of my skull where the bad news was it the source felt like
from an ice pick but the good news was the ice pick was a bit blunted from repeated
encounters with the hard bone of my skull so I had that going for me.
Still,
the stabbing pains in certain points of my skull are, on balance, not a good
thing. So I called my doctor’s office.
This
office has a lead doctor who is my primary physician and I’m going to call him
John because that’s his name. Hey, I have stabbing pains in certain points of
my skull; don’t look for me to get creative and make up names now.
*The
story you’re about to hear is true. The names have not been changed because the
writer is a petulant whiny ass who won’t shut up about the stabbing pains in certain
points of his skull. Christ! We get it! Your
head hurts! Geez!
So
John shares this practice with three other doctors or physicians assistants who
are to my experience perfectly nice and competent medical professionals.
I
called the doctor’s office.
“Hi,
I’m a patient of Dr. John’s and I need to see if I can make an appointment.”
At
this point, the receptionist might tell me that John’s schedule is full or he
is out but would I like to see one of the other doctors or physicians
assistants? And I reply, “Why yes, that would be just fine.” Then the
receptionist roles some dice or shakes a magic eight ball and says “Karen is
free at 11:15. Will that work for you?”
So
we know our roles in this little drama, right?
Let’s
take this from the top.
DAVE-EL:
“Hi, I’m a patient of Dr. John’s and I need to see if I can make an appointment.”
RECEPTIONIST:
“His schedule is full today.”
<PAUSE>
<AWKWARD
PAUSE>
DAVE-EL:
(Ahem) “I…er, would be OK seeing, you know, one of the other doctors or physicians
assistants or, you know, whatever.”
<PAUSE>
RECEPTIONIST:
“Hold on.”
<PAUSE>
<AWKWARD
PAUSE>
RECEPTIONIST:
“Which one?”
DAVE-EL:
“Which one what?”
RECEPTIONIST:
“Which one of the other doctors or physicians assistants do you want to see?”
DAVE-EL:
“I suppose whichever one is, I guess, available first, you know, among the….er,
three of them.”
<PAUSE>
RECEPTIONIST:
“Hold on.”
<PAUSE>
<AWKWARD
PAUSE>
RECEPTIONIST:
“Shane can see you at 1:15.”
DAVE-EL:
“That will be fine.”
Man,
I felt like Tim Conway’s Mr. Tudball from one of those Mrs. Wiggins sketches
they used to do on the Carol Burnett show.
When
I arrived at the doctor’s office, I was greeted by bright, attentive and friendly
people. I saw no dull eyed visage to suggest the slow person I spoke with earlier.
I
met with Doctor Shane and we had a lively discussion of what might be causing stabbing
pains in certain points of my skull. After Shane mulled and mused, the general consensus
is we’re dealing with a sinus or upper respiratory viral thing. Not a bad guess since we’ve been down this
road before. But he was concerned, given that I was just in the doctor’s office
a few weeks ago. If the symptoms of stabbing pains in certain points of my skull
persists, a closer look might be warranted. Do a scan to make sure it’s not another
stroke or a tumor. It could be a tumor but not likely. But Shane made me promise
that if I was still experiencing stabbing pains in certain points of my skull
after 2 or 3 days, to let him know.
Later,
when my wife Andrea called me to see how the appointment went, I decided to
have some fun with her by starting at the end and working my way from there.
“Well, the doctor says
it could be a tumor.”
Andrea
did not think this was funny. Not one damn bit.
Later
when I shared what I did with my daughter, Randie thought it was funny as
hell.
Oh,
I should mention the drug store.
The
doc called in a pain med prescription at my local pharmacy. After work, I went
to pick it up.
Here
is the normal script:
DAVE-EL:
“Hi! I’m here to pick up a prescription.”
PHARMACY
PERSON: “Certainly! Your name please?”
That’s
the script. Here’s the actual show.
DAVE-EL:
“Hi! I’m here to pick up a prescription.”
PHARMACY
PERSON: <smiles pleasantly, says nothing>
And
here we go again.
And
I’m so glad my suffering amuses you.