healthy1

Hey…progress! I am now sitting in the actual exam room. Wonder how long I will be here? After fifteen minutes have passed, I seriously give some thought to taking off my shoes and lying down on the examination table for a nap. As soon as I start counting sheep, in walks my doctor.

She immediately apologizes for the long wait, and softie that I am, all is forgiven. She tells me what I already know: that I am there because my MRI indicates I have several cysts on my thyroid that need to be checked out. She feels my throat, says she feels nothing, and starts to write up a slip for my ultrasound. I am surprised I haven’t been told I need to see an endocrinologist first. She says I will need to see one if the results of the ultrasound are of concern. Hmmm. Was today’s visit even necessary? Couldn’t she have called me on the phone and set this up? Talk about a huge waste of money - and time! I spent no more than five minutes with her. But I’ll bet insurance will happily pay for this visit, yet deny me some urgent test or procedure I will need down the road. Call me crazy, but I don’t get it.

An appointment is made for my ultrasound for two weeks from now. I will also be having a blood test to check to see if my thyroid is normal.

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