After my fainting episode I decided to go to the doctor. First, to reassure everyone that I'm ok, but really it was to reassure myself. I'm not as young as I used to be. So off I went, but not before I took the obligatory test to find out if I'm expecting. The minute I woke up from my blackout, everyone was gushing on how I might be pregnant, and OOOHHHH I hope it's a girl!!! I tried to smile, and I don't think anyone saw the look of sheer terror on my face. B-a-b-y?!?! Now most of my friends (ok, not most, just one of my friends) would be ecstatic to find out that she was carrying a package (I just cannot bring myself to say the P word), but most of us just don't want to have one yet. So when I felt well enough, I took the test. PHEW! Don't get me wrong...I love kids...especially the ones that you can return to momma after a few hours of playtime. I'll probably read this in a few years and wonder why I didn't have kids sooner. Probably being the key word here.
I hauled my @ss to the doctor's to see what was wrong with me. When I finally saw the doctor, I explained what happened to me.
Me: I fainted last Monday.
Witch doctor: I see.
Me: Yes, see I've had fainting episodes before but it took me a while to bounce back from this one.
Witch doctor: I see.
Me: I've just had my regular checkup done last March and everything was normal.
Witch doctor: I see. Did the nurse bother to take your blood pressure?
Me: No.
Witch doctor: I see. Ok let's do that then. *pump pump pump, my arm feels like it's exploding, deflate* Oh it's really high...come back in two weeks.
Me: What do I do till then?
Witch doctor: Come back in two weeks.
I so wanted to check if she had a key on her back that you turn whenever she stopped moving. This so called doctor didn't even do squat. I'm in my first week of doing nothing, hoping I don't keel over from the abnormally high numbers that I see on the bp machine. I'm also looking for a new doctor.
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