Here’s a how-de-do. As soon as I got my Kaiser password in the mail today, meaning I could make an appointment on line, the pain was gone. There’s something about the prospect of actually seeing a doctor that anesthetizes me. The word for it, I think, is “fear.”
And what I’m really afraid of is that once I start going to the doctor, I’ll never stop. I have so many minor things that I could tell him about that I could go every week and not run out for a year. Besides the pain in my wrist, there’s the constant weight of my allergies, and my sleep issues, and various other ailments that I don’t want to make more real by naming them. I could, but I won’t.
Nevertheless, despite my sudden miraculous improvement, I used my password to request an appointment. They gave me three choices: Internal Medicine, OB/GYN or Pediatrics. After eliminating the latter two, I decided that the problem was indeed internal, but what if I wanted them to take care of the dark spot on my chest? They need more options.