Sunday, 29 June 2014

The Vampire Strikes Again

On Thursday I went to the doctor, not because I am sick as such, I am just feeling exhausted and physically tired and run down. Before Clint died I never went to the doctors. Other than my annual gynaecologist visit, which I was pedantic about, if I went to the doctor once a year it was a lot. Now I have not been to the gynae in years, but live at my GP.

I was the first patient and when the doctor arrived she was given a list of messages mainly for sick notes. Wow did she have a rant about sick notes and patients trying to pull the wool over her eyes to get booked off work. Note to self NEVER EVER ask for a sick note. I started feeling more and more like a hypochondriac as she went on about how the whole week she has been harassed for sick notes and now she sends the patients for blood tests and to see a specialist to see why they are not responding to the medication and not getting better. Oh my word she sent me for blood tests and she is referring me to a specialist, because neither Nexuim or Lockit has done a thing for my ulcer and GERD. Does she think I am also trying to pull the wool over her eyes, but I didn't ask for a sick note.

My GP reminds me so much of Devi from Carte Blanche. For those that don't know, Carte Blanche is an actuality magazine show  and Devi is an investigative Journalist/Presenter on the show. My GP not only looks very much like her; similar hairstyle; similar facial features; similar build, only my GP is a bit smaller, but as cheeky as ever. She tells it like it is and there is no messing with her. After our almost 20 minute chat about her patients trying to get sick notes and her staff trying to take advantage of her good nature. Ahem, I didn't think that was possible. She is really a lovely person, but don't mess with her. I sheepishly told her that she now had my neurotic issues to deal with. I just really needed to have blood tests done to check my iron levels as I do have low iron anemia and also my thyroid and cholesterol checked again. She put me on Cholesterol medication in January and our Medical Aid only paid one month supply and would not even pay for it under acute medication until I had gone for a whole battery of tests that would come from our limited savings (acute benefits). I haven't done the tests or taken the tablets and every month when I collect my Nexium from the pharmacy, the one pharmacist is always on at me about getting my cholesterol checked again. Not because she is losing out on a sale, but she is genuinely concerned. Medical aids will rather a patient die and save the fund money than pay for Cholesterol medication. Apparently the medication is really cheap, so if my cholesterol is still high, I will just buy the pills. It is really all about the principal of it. We are on the second highest plan and have savings from 2012 still available, but they won't pay for Cholesterol medication.

I could only have my bloods done on Friday, because I had to fast for my thyroid functions test. I hadn't eaten that morning, but did have two cups of coffee and apparently the thyroid loves coffee. Lancet laboratories has opened a branch at one of our local shopping centers, which is just so convenient, because I do not have to schlep to a hospital. I do not go to the murdering hospital that killed Clinton, which is the closest hospital to both home and work and the second closest is part of the same group. So it is quite far to a hospital that is not part of that group of hospitals. Having a laboratory in a shopping center right near our house is a bonus. An added bonus is the Sister who manages the laboratory. She did my bloods last year at the laboratory at Olivedale Clinic and I recognised her and she recognised me. She must draw bloods from literally hundreds if not thousands of patients in a year, yet she remembers her patients. Why, because she takes an interest in her patients and does not just jab the needle in and off you go; like some of the sisters. So no it was not a vampire this time stealing my blood, but a very kind an caring person and although my veins are barely visible she does not hurt at all.

Yesterday, the doctor's receptionist phoned to tell me that Dr S wanted to discuss my blood results with me on Monday morning. Normally they just call and say the blood results were normal or I have to collect a prescription. This is the first time that I have been told to come in and discuss them. She told me to come in at 9.15; the doctor only starts consulting at 9.30. I said it was OK, then 10 minutes later remembered that I am taking Chad to do his learners licence - yes the day has arrived faster than expected and he has hardly learnt. I could not get hold of the doctor's receptionist, she phoned as they were closing for the day. Now I am worried that they did not get my text message to cancel; I am worried about why I have to go and discuss my results - is she going to tell me to stop being neurotic and there is nothing wrong with me; is she going to tell me they have found something serious; or is it just routine - I don't know.

I have been very irritated with Chad, because he won't put his head down and study for his learners and I am going to be so angry if he fails. It will be such a waste and he is doing bike and car on the same day - one at 8 am and one at 11 am, which means I will be spending the whole morning at the licencing department worrying about my blood results and it is probably nothing to worry about.

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