Doctor Schmoctor

I had a doctor's appointment this morning. I HATE going to the doctor, and never would if I could avoid it, but of course you have to go, to make sure that all is well. But blah. It sucks.

So I had my female exam, and I talked to her about various issues and concerns, and I'm getting two referrals - one for a real gynecologist and one for an ear/nose/throat doctor. The latter is because I have this pocket (that's what I've been calling it, and is not a medical term at all) in my throat where small pieces of food sometimes get stuck. They don't cause me to choke, but I can feel them in there, and I have to cough and hack until they come flying out. It's gross. And of course, I shouldn't have a pocket in my throat, catching food pieces, so it needs to get taken care of. My doctor couldn't see anything in my throat, and doesn't know for sure what is causing this (that's what the ENT is for), but she mentioned that it could be food getting stuck by my tonsils. Fun!

I also got a small lecture that wasn't really a lecture (she was nice about it) about my weight, and how I need to lose some if I want to avoid the health problems my mother had. Which I knew. I need to stop putting it off, and just freaking lose this weight already. I can do it, I know I can - I've done it before. I just need to get my head into it. (That being said, I left the doctor's office and went to McDonald's and had a crispy chicken sandwich and fries for lunch, ha!)

I also got my very first ever flu shot, which I didn't ask for, but they offered and I said yes. So I guess I'm safe from the flu. Although I haven't had the flu since somehwere in the mid- to late-90s, so I wasn't too worried about getting it anyway. But whatever. Now I'm covered.

The good thing about this doctor's visit? I don't have to go back for another year. :) (Well, except for the two referrals. But still.)