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Completing the picture

Generally I haven’t had much need to go visit my doctor. Back when I was living with my parents in the northeast corner of the city I could probably count the number of times I visited my doctor on a single hand. For whatever reason I never really bonded well with him. It was a walk-in clinic so often the waits to go see him felt interminable. I only went there when I needed a referral to a dermatologist, or when I had a bad case of bronchitis. Anyway, when I finally moved out on my own I had intentions of finding a new doctor. Those plans eventually fell by the wayside. Every now and then my mother would urge me to go see a doctor. I would tell her that I would, but nothing ever happened. She even gave me a contact for a local doctor from someone that she knows at her gym. I held the card for a while with plans to call in, but I didn’t get around to it. Months passed. Well, finally, now that I’ve turned 30 I figured that it was time to get off my ass and make an appointment.

I went in this afternoon not sure what to expect. I only went in for a basic checkup. As part of the process he started probing my abdomen. He asked if I recently gained weight. BAH. See, this is interesting to me. Perhaps he made the comment because I do have a fair bit of undertone such I would seem fit otherwise? Eeeeehhhh. Maybe I’m just trying to find reasons. The doctor also checked my blood pressure. He told me that it was a bit high. Agh! He said that it may just be because it was my first time visiting a new doctor so he wanted to check again in a month. Fine. So, now I’ve got some goals to fight for. First, I need to get my weight back down. Well, maybe that’s not clear…I need to lose inches and burn fat. If I gain weight because of muscle, then that’s fine. Second, I need to work to get my blood pressure down. There’s a bit of history with regards to blood pressure issues in my family, so I have to be on top of all that. Once I get back into running I’m sure that will help to get my numbers under control. I’ve already got a lot of the pieces of the puzzle in place. I just need to complete the picture, know what I mean?

Hungry baby

This morning, I had an appointment with a specialist. I have this (benign) nodule in my wrist, so I’m looking to get it excised. The offices of plastic surgeons have a decidedly more luxurious feel to them. There were pieces of art all over the place. The smell of the office also had much less of a “hospital” smell to it.

Anyway, as I was sitting in the waiting room, there was a mother and her newborn child sitting on the opposite side absorbed with each other. The boy was cooing, and the mother was responding with burbling baby talk. It was all too cute, but I looked elsewhere to avoid staring. Soon, the baby started fussing a great deal. The mother responded with an “OK! OK!” She turned her back towards me, seemed to adjust her shirt, and then…silence. Silence, except for small vocal grunts from the baby. Apparently, the mother just whipped her breast out and started feeding right there.

I kind of didn’t know what to do. I wanted to see what was going on–not (just) because of exposed tits, but because the idea of breastfeeding is…kind of novel, know what I mean? In any case, out of politeness, I averted my eyes. I kind of had to–the mother kept peering over her shoulder in my direction with quick darts. Soon, her name was called. She tucked her breast away and went in to meet the doctor.

Hmm. I can’t comment on breast feeding in public. I mean, is there some sort of etiquette when it happens around you (other than: don’t stare)? I guess you have to give the hungry baby priority, yeah?

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