Freshperspective14

Hi All,

It's been awhile since I posted. I'll give you three guesses why, but you'll only need one lol.

I finally went to my doctor today.

I made the appointment a couple of weeks ago and have been dreading it. What will he say? Will he berate me for making poor choices? Will he tell me that my health problems are self-inflicted? How am I possibly going to explain everything thoroughly in a 15 minute time slot?

I have been hovering on the verge of insanity for months now. I knew that my blubbering idiot self was not going to reliably and rationally relay my situation. I was also fearful of the look of condemnation that I might see in his eyes, this man who saw me through two pregnancies and a minor (LMAO) case of cancer.
So I decided this morning to write him a letter to take to my appointment. I laid myself bare in it, leaving nothing out. When I registered at his office, I asked that he read it prior to my appointment.

I sat there in his office, preparing myself for a shameful, though deserved lashing. When he came in, he sat down, told me that he was glad to see me, and then said "So what are WE going to do to get you through this? What do you think you need? Let's compare ideas and see what we come up with together."

Seriously? No lecture? I'm not a loser? Nope, apparently I'm not.

I went in with fear and shame, and came out with hope, support and a plan.

Don't let your fear set you back as much as I let mine. It's not worth your time and effort, trust me.