A Trip To The Doctor (And Dentist)
Yesterday I went to the doctor because of a concern of mind. I was unable to sit down comfortably because of a pain near my tail-bone. Yes, there. There was obviously some humor in this, but also some fear. A small bump that has been there for about two weeks made me ask my parents to schedule a visit with a doctor. If I ever find any kind of bump in an irregular place, I think one thing: cancer. Obviously it's not that, or this would be a much different entry. Either way, though, I went through a period of fear followed quickly by a rational calm. The doctor said it was just an "abcess" that would require anti-biotics and possibly a draining by a general surgeon if the anti-biotics don't make it go away. Better than cancer.
Anyway, though, the doctor did things a little weird. As soon as he came in, he asked me to pull down my pants. Being that I had told him that the obstruction was in that certain place, I found that completely normal. But then, he did something wasn't that normal. He went right in there and started feeling around my tail-bone "area" with NO GLOVES. Even worse, after that, he didn't watch his hands afterward. That grossed me out quite a lot.
Two days ago, I went to the dentist. After a two year reprieve from dental visits, I return with not a one cavity. Quite a victory, if you ask me.
A check-up with my regular, glove-wearing, hand-washing doctor is this Friday. Fingers crossed.