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How else can explain inexplicably forgetting not one, but two appointments today? I hit the snooze button extra times this morning only to have to rush around my apartment in whirl of teeth-brushing, cat-feeding, lunch-packing madness because I forgot I had a doctor's appointment at 9:30. Which I was fifteen minutes late for despite taking a cab up to work. The only good news about that is that because I was late, my appointment started almost right away, as opposed to making me wait fifteen-twenty minutes like they usually do.

I set about making a hundred plans for after work, mostly involving getting my ass back on the exercise bike after going to the grocery store (I think it's been, like, two weeks since last I set foot in one). Which will all have to wait now, seeing as I promised weeks ago to catch up with an old high school friend for dinner. At least she texted me today, or I'd have left her hanging wherever. I need to remember to put these things in my calendar. Although I'm pretty sure that I did put the doctor's appointment in my calendar, and I forgot it anyway, and if I could remember things well enough I to put them in the calendar, I wouldn't need the calendar in the first place.

Okay, so maybe I can't stay up until 4 am playing Mass Effect without consequences. Duly noted. Hey, brain, how do we feel about staying up all night/morning playing House of the Dead: Overkill? Surely, that can't be as bad.

I had some really bizarre outbreaks of allergy attacks this fall, so I finally made an appointment for an allergy test, which I took this morning. The doctor was super chatty and nice, and he found it helpful that I was so specific about my symptoms and what I thought triggered them. Especially since, as it turns out, I was pretty dead-on about what I was allergic to. Except for my supposition about molds being the reason I was really sniffly one rainy day, I was right about being allergic to trees and dust. (My two most memorable experiences recently were when I was trapped in a park with flirting trees and after I came back from the shelter after changing many a clay litter.) I am also apparently allergic to every grass ever. My right arm was a mass of itchy bumps by the time the test was done, with only a few trees being non-allergenic.

One thing to watch out for, he said, was my slight but negligible (at least in comparison to the huge welts the grasses raised) allergy to cats. He thinks I might be one of those people whose been conditioned to accept cats but that time away from them will probably exacerbate the condition. Basically, I tolerate the cats because I'm around them all the time; leave for a week or two, and I'll probably come back to some reactions, though they should die down. I'll go back in a couple of weeks to do the second round of testing (higher concentrations of the stuff I had negative reactions to in order to be sure they were actually negative and not just sub-threshold) to find out for sure. I will take this as cart blanche to always have cats. Doctor's orders.

In other annoying news, one of the deal sites that I get e-mail from sent me an e-mail this morning admonishing me to go to the salon for a facial/eyebrow-plucking so that I don't have to hear about it from mother. I'm incredibly affronted by this assumption, not just for the sexism inherent in it, but also on behalf of my mother who is so awesomely not that person, I want to scream. DIAF, e-mail.

( In Time, slight spoilers, nothing you wouldn't know from ads. )
In other news, I got up early to go to the dentist. It must be a reaction to going to the doctor, but I booked an appointment at 8 am, fully anticipating that it would still find some way to threaten making me late for work. (Seriously, I've booked doctor's appointments at the same time and not been seen for 45 minutes which, on top of the appointment itself, has made me late for work.) Dentists, apparently, work much more efficiently than doctors. (Are their issues with insurance forcing them to see more patients not as onerous?) I was done with an hour and change left to go before I had to be at work. I hope I make it through the day. I've already proved I'm not paying as much attention as I should with a completely stupid LJ comment I made. I'm probably going to have to ruin the nice hurty-but-clean feeling in my mouth to get some caffeine, aren't I?

Speaking of hurt, that was The. Most. Gory. visit to the dentist EVER. I swear to God, I rinsed and spit and it looked like I had been eating bits of grapefruit or something because there was a ton of fleshy bits in the sink after. I was told, however, that I have been excellently maintaining my teeth (very little plaque, all of it in the front where my overlapping teeth make it hard to get them brushed well enough--must floss more!), so I hope that that crime scene isn't indicative of massive gum failure or something. I did, however, get a warning about issues I may have when I'm 50. I think this is a lopsided priority scale--mouth falling apart in chunks now versus bone receding when I'm another two decades older--but hey, at least I've got that plaque situation licked.

Current Mood: tired

I am not someone who minds going to the dentist. ( Yes, most people think I'm a freak. )

So, yeah, I'm good for six months, my mouth feels well and truly abused, and I'm going to the Met to see the Alexander McQueen exhibit today. I'm a little miffed that people in my lab actually dressed up a bit for this outing. So what if it's not the Superheroes and Fashion exhibit of yesteryear? I believe in being comfortable at a museum, and fancy shoes and skirts do not equal me being comfortable. That, and because I have no sense of how to dress myself, I have nothing that stretches the divide between my every-day clothes (jeans, zip-up hoodie/fleece, a nerdy t-shirt--today it's Dr. Horrible, and two people have already inquired as to who is on my shirt this morning) and fancy stuff. Fuck it. I'll be the schlub at the high-fashion whatsis. At least I'll be comfortable.

Erm, that tag sounded dirtier than I intended for this post. I only meant that I got the H1N1 vaccination finally. I got the nasal vaccine. No big, just that after a few minutes, the liquid sort of works down the back of your nose and you can taste something that's just barely there enough to notice.

But ugh, I was up so early to get the clinic at 8 am sharp. I had to stop and meet my Dad and one of my younger sisters, who needed the vaccine, too. We got there, were the first people to get it, and still waited and hour and a half. Sheesh. And tonight is one of many marathon nights of testing for my experiment for class. It's going to be a loooooong day.

I forgot to mention that the doctor I saw yesterday said I'm a total freak. I mean, he didn't say that, but I have these in my face. I...always thought it was just my normal jaw? Apparently not. The doctor actually laughed at that a bit and told me not to worry about it. If I had this problem in my ear bones, then I'd have to worry. (Because bone growth in the ear = chipping bones out of your head surgery.)

Exostoses are genetic but also exaggerated by grinding or clenching your teeth. Well, that's me dead to rights, as I'm pretty sure I'm not the only family member with this issue and I frequently wake up with a sore jaw from clenching my teeth at night. (Dentist said I didn't grind, but I'm definitely clenching.)

Well, fuck doctors then. I showed up for a physical and was told that the clinic, which I already knew was a pediatrician's office, didn't take adult patients despite the fact that over the phone, I had confirmed for them that they would see me. And it's not like my age was a surprise--I showed up to give my name, and she had my birthdate on the computer. And nobody said anything until I showed up and got told, "SOL, sorry" in front of a waiting room's worth of people. My cheeks were burning, I tell you.

So, no, fuck it. It'll be a few months before I even start investigating doctors again. I'm too pissed off.

I am beginning to see how someone might (coughcough

kent_allard_jrcoughcough) think all this stuff was related. First, the gyno, then a big new bed for me, and now I am going to get the HPV vaccine shot series starting this Friday. Does seem awful like I might be looking to slut around, I tells you what.

The great news is that the doctor's office checked and my insurance will cover the vaccine. Which is superb! That's near on to $500 I won't be spending to avoid hoo-ha cancer!

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By the by, friendslist: I'm thinking of having my birthday party on April 6th, but that is, so the calendar informs me, Good Friday. If anyone isn't going to be available to par-tay that night (or that Saturday, haven't firmly set the plans here yet), let me know? I can probably bump back a week if I hafta.

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Entries tagged with doctors

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