My coworkers and our area manger, who was there "auditing" us today, were so sweet. They tried to make me feel better all morning... and wished me luck as I walked out of our big glass doors... and told me to get some ice cream afterwards. I walked out of the office shaking... not looking forward to the pain I would be feeling in 25 minutes. We drove... Distractedly talking about current events. And I was hoping... somehow she would call and cancel my appointment.
I walked into the cold halls of her office building, remembering the sound high heals made on tile as I walked in my soft "I wont fall over as easily shoes", and wondered when I would be able to wear heels again. Oh how I miss the clackity clack of my shoes. Sounds kind of silly doesn't it?
I signed myself in and the doctor waived and smiled at me from behind the counter.
I ran to the bathroom. "Maybe if I pull the fire alarm... I wont have to do the test" I thought to myself...
After deciding that I
"Rip, Rip, Rip" the sticky electrodes went as they were pulled off their paper backing... I knew just what was coming.
"BUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" My body jumped. ouch.
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ" ouch again
"Try to hold still" My doctor said
I distracted myself by asking her about her upcoming conference in San Francisco and tried to remember where I ate when I visited S.F. for a choir trip 8 years ago... So I could give her good recommendations. All of my "thinking" was too no avail, I couldn't remember the name of that little Mexican place.. not in this pain.
She apologized after the big shocks and let me rest for a moment before she continued with the needle part. We talked about my new symptoms... and at my follow-up with her on the 20th she said she would have a plan. She gave me a hug... told me she was proud of me and what a nice young lady I've become.. and sent me on my way.
A plan... that sounds so nice. I just hope it doesn't involve more testing.