It is that time of year...my annual physical which renders me with what seems like 7000 follow up appointments and feeling older by the moment. I have to admit that times have changed from my previous physical posts - much to my chagrin - I no longer needed to pee in a cup and have the cup fall in the toilet (here) like in 2009!
I really seem to be struggling with my weight and hunger. I am gaining uncontrollably and seem to have an insatiable appetite. I was referred to Weight Watchers. The doctor also checked my throat and paused during the exam. I informed her that years ago she found a nodule that was monitored for a while by ultrasounds and I no longer require appointments as there was no change over a few years. She referred me for another ultrasound as well as blood work to test my thyroid levels and cholesterol. I realized after I had blood drawn this morning since it was an inadvertent 12 hour fast, that it probably wasn't the best day to do it, since last night I went out after work and had two drinks and nachos. Oh well...my blood pressure was also extremely elevated, twice, until the girl decided to use a different cuff that fit and found that it was just fine. Sigh...
As I am quickly approaching forty, it is inevitable that the discussion of a mammogram would arise, especially since my mom is a breast cancer survivor (GO MOM!). When normal mammograms would be in the 40's, due to my mother's cancer, I was asked if I wanted one early. Of course with everything I have heard about a vice-grip contortionism of the breast, how could I refuse???
Tonight, I had my mammogram. The lady assured me that it would be better than I thought. Well hell, since I thought the worst, I was pretty sure she was right. Not that I like pain or anything when it comes to intimacy, and given what I thought was my high pain tolerance, I figured it would be a piece of cake. I was wrong.
I have never been one for public displays of my body. I have posted about whether or not I am a prude, somewhere (sorry to lazy to link). I really just imagined it would be a vice-smash photo and done. I wasn't prepared for the four photos on one breast and three on the other. I wasn't prepared for the different stances and pushing, prodding, pinching and flattening. At one point I actually bellowed in pain.
Not trying to be comforting at all, but matter of fact, the lady then says to me, "Your exam is much more painful than most." So I say, "Oh, because I have small breasts?" I mean really, I get it - I am not well endowed by any means. But to my surprise she says, "NO. Your breasts are firm. They are solid. They are not squishy at all. So I am literally pinching your muscle trying to get the entire breast."
Then as if in consolation, she says something along the lines of, "Don't worry. You will have something to look forward to. Having sagging, squishy breasts that will be less painful for mammograms."
I tried to make a joke...but seriously? Is that really something to look forward to? I think I will just handle the pain and rejoice in having firm, non-squishy/saggy boobies for the time being. Onward and upward :)
Do you have any mammogram stories you want to share? Feel free...I would love to hear them.
Especially given the fact that I was assured I will likely be receiving a call that I will need to have them re-examined, which is nothing to be concerned about, but they have nothing to compare them to. Well that is reassuring.
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Friday, February 1, 2013
Health Update: Knee
I decided it was time to get serious about my fitness last fall. MS and I joined the nearby gym, paying three times more than Planet Fitness for the location and convenience factor. I jumped right back into my favorite Body Pump class and immediately realized my knee wasn't recovering the way it used to.
Over 12 years ago, I had reconstructive ACL knee surgery. The doctor told me I would likely need reconstructive knee surgery at some point. I decided to look up my doctor and get a check up to see if everything was fine, which of course I knew it wasn't. I went in November. The doctor was shocked at how well I was walking given the sight of my x-rays. While the ACL is fine, I have more damage and long-story-short, bone on bone. He advised that I shouldn't be doing lunges or squats and I should understand I can't do things like others my age. Well duh, I should be doing more! :) He gave me an anti-inflammatory and suggested I grin and bear it, and admitted he hoped I wouldn't need reconstructive surgery so young.
Fast forward to January 2013...my knee is getting worse. I am taking the as needed anti-inflammatory pills more and more and the pain is not subsiding. I decided to call the doctor's office on Wednesday to inquire about getting a note for the ability to wear tennis shoes at work if needed and to see if I could be prescribed something else that may be more effective. I told the girl on the phone I was prescribed the generic of Voltaren. She called back to question what I was on, thinking I said something else. She then called and left a message to call her back. I called this morning and spoke with someone else. My file was pulled and I was told that I needed to come in to see the doctor again because it had been so long. Long? It was mid-November, but whatever. I left a message for the first girl to call me back.
Tonight I checked my messages on the home phone (despite giving my cell number) and there was a message from the Orthopedic office to call to schedule an appointment with my doctor next week as he wants to see me before refilling my prescription. WTH? Of course he would if that is what I called about! I was given a month prescription (60 pills/2x per day) to use as needed with five refills. If the message was conveyed that I needed a refill/new prescription since mid-November, O.M.G. I haven't even used half of my first bottle. They aren't effective. When I take them, all I want to do is take multiple pills and I beg to take ibuprofen or anything else to subside the pain. I just wonder, doesn't anyone listen anymore?
So I will call again and maybe go in for another appointment. I can't wait to see what comes of it all...stay tuned...maybe I will update next year! ;)
Over 12 years ago, I had reconstructive ACL knee surgery. The doctor told me I would likely need reconstructive knee surgery at some point. I decided to look up my doctor and get a check up to see if everything was fine, which of course I knew it wasn't. I went in November. The doctor was shocked at how well I was walking given the sight of my x-rays. While the ACL is fine, I have more damage and long-story-short, bone on bone. He advised that I shouldn't be doing lunges or squats and I should understand I can't do things like others my age. Well duh, I should be doing more! :) He gave me an anti-inflammatory and suggested I grin and bear it, and admitted he hoped I wouldn't need reconstructive surgery so young.
Fast forward to January 2013...my knee is getting worse. I am taking the as needed anti-inflammatory pills more and more and the pain is not subsiding. I decided to call the doctor's office on Wednesday to inquire about getting a note for the ability to wear tennis shoes at work if needed and to see if I could be prescribed something else that may be more effective. I told the girl on the phone I was prescribed the generic of Voltaren. She called back to question what I was on, thinking I said something else. She then called and left a message to call her back. I called this morning and spoke with someone else. My file was pulled and I was told that I needed to come in to see the doctor again because it had been so long. Long? It was mid-November, but whatever. I left a message for the first girl to call me back.
Tonight I checked my messages on the home phone (despite giving my cell number) and there was a message from the Orthopedic office to call to schedule an appointment with my doctor next week as he wants to see me before refilling my prescription. WTH? Of course he would if that is what I called about! I was given a month prescription (60 pills/2x per day) to use as needed with five refills. If the message was conveyed that I needed a refill/new prescription since mid-November, O.M.G. I haven't even used half of my first bottle. They aren't effective. When I take them, all I want to do is take multiple pills and I beg to take ibuprofen or anything else to subside the pain. I just wonder, doesn't anyone listen anymore?
So I will call again and maybe go in for another appointment. I can't wait to see what comes of it all...stay tuned...maybe I will update next year! ;)
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