It takes something persistent or particularly painful to get me to go to the doctor. I figure 6 weeks of unsightly itchiness qualifies.
I swear, doctor offices always make you wait forever and then when they finally get to YOU, it's a 2 minute meeting tops. Though, I did get an apology that the office was running behind. I also had reconfirmed to me I have excellent blood pressure. Considering I'm a plus-sized girl, I'm thinking yay me!
I show the doc my rash thingy and he decides in seemingly a split second to give me a prescription for a steroid cream. I asked him what it was, the rash I mean. He said he didn't know but he was working on the assumption that it was allergy-induced. And if the cream didn't work in a week to give him a call.
Alrighty then. I must be the kind of patient on which doctors catch up on their schedules. I suppose it's just as well. I think my parents get quality time, but they have diabetes and hernia issues. I think I'd rather feel like just a number than to have a doc decide I needed quality time.
