The Fretful Mother's Blog

I don’t know about you, but I do not like to confound my doctor. I do not like to present with something that causes her to pause and say “hmmm. very interesting.” I don’t want to have anything that is “interesting” to a doctor. And I especially don’t want anything that requires collaboration with another doctor. So when she says let’s bring in Dr. Danco, I’m thinking that I’ve finally done it. I’ve known it all along. I’m going to have a disease named after me.
Or, more likely, my doctor will get the disease named after her as I’ll be long dead. So these collaborations are not confidence-inspiring for me. I want everything to be cut and dry with the doctor. She should say take this and everything will be better tomorrow. When this doesn’t happen, I lose all faith in my world. The doctor is supposed to know everything. She is like the barrier between me and total chaos.
I’ll have to start diagnosing myself. (Or asking my brother like I did when we were growing up. Unfortunately he misdiagnosed my allergies as glaucoma, so I don’t know if I should trust him or not.) I guess I can just tell myself to put the balm on and skip the doctor. You can never be too safe.

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