"The sweetest price he'll have to pay, the day the whole world went away."-Trent Reznor
The Doctor's Office. A place, I've never liked and a place I don't think I'll ever like.
The waiting room....boring.
Waiting for the doctor in the office....boring.
Thinking about needles....frightening.
I haven't been to the doctor's office in years but today was different. Very different.
From the first step in through the door, that alcohal smell and that nervous feeling just seemed to overwhelm me like it always has. Similar to the very first time I stepped foot in school back in 1996.
I tried to drown out the feeling with a little bit of Nine Inch Nails but I was way too taken by the fright of the place.
Sure, it was clean as any place could be. Sure, I was supposed to feel safe. And sure, I would've been okay if this were any other situation but it wasn't....This was the doctor's office.
After watching some old episodes of "The Pink Panther" in the waiting room for about a hour or so, rubbing the Helix that rests around my neck to calm me down and thinking of a special person for about another hour after that, I found myself falling to sleep after a while.
The ironic thing (Alot of that has been going around latley.) about it all was that the EXACT moment that I closed my eyes, the nurse called my name.
In that moment, all of my fright peirced even deeper into me.
Before going into the office, not only to meet my new doctor but to get my check up, I had to take both a eye test and a ear test. I passed both with flying colors, just in case your wondering.
After finally making it into the doctor's office (This is starting to sound like a video game.), I found myself waiting for ANOTHER fifteen minutes just to meet my new doctor.
Finally, the fifteen minutes pass and I meet my new doctor....a chick. A VERY cute one at that.
So after answering the thousand questions that I was asked (And after another fourty minutes of gazing at her.), I was speachless and better at the same time. BUT there still was fear of the needles that I was gonna have to take.
So, after asking about my bloodwork being done today for the billionth time in a row, the result was that no, I didn't have to get any shots or needles stuck in me today.
So, after the physical, only a few things were brought up that needed addressing.
1. My knee problem.
2. My stress level.
It turns out that, for the past five years or so, the knee problem that I've been complaining about is called "Inflamation"....a few things are STILL swollen even after five years and they are also a bit out of place. It comes from the amount of walking and running that I seem to do on the daily basis. The thing that sparked it was when I stomped too hard while running one day, five years ago.
My stress level, unfortunatley, Isn't getting any better, making my blood pressure go WAY up. That's not good. It's bad. VERY, VERY bad.
And finally, my Sleep Paralysis. So she says, It seems as if my stress level has something to do with my Sleep Paralysis. It runs in a pattern, I've just never come to the conclusion. The more my pressure goes up, the more my stress shoots up as well. The more something bothers me, the more chances I have of Sleep Paralysis occuring when I try to wake up.
Other than that, I'm just fine. Juuuuuust fine!
A little time will make everything better....for now, I'm just a little bang up!
But I'll live to fight another day....like I always do.
The Doctor's Office. A place, I've never liked and a place I don't think I'll ever like.
The waiting room....boring.
Waiting for the doctor in the office....boring.
Thinking about needles....frightening.
I haven't been to the doctor's office in years but today was different. Very different.
From the first step in through the door, that alcohal smell and that nervous feeling just seemed to overwhelm me like it always has. Similar to the very first time I stepped foot in school back in 1996.
I tried to drown out the feeling with a little bit of Nine Inch Nails but I was way too taken by the fright of the place.
Sure, it was clean as any place could be. Sure, I was supposed to feel safe. And sure, I would've been okay if this were any other situation but it wasn't....This was the doctor's office.
After watching some old episodes of "The Pink Panther" in the waiting room for about a hour or so, rubbing the Helix that rests around my neck to calm me down and thinking of a special person for about another hour after that, I found myself falling to sleep after a while.
The ironic thing (Alot of that has been going around latley.) about it all was that the EXACT moment that I closed my eyes, the nurse called my name.
In that moment, all of my fright peirced even deeper into me.
Before going into the office, not only to meet my new doctor but to get my check up, I had to take both a eye test and a ear test. I passed both with flying colors, just in case your wondering.
After finally making it into the doctor's office (This is starting to sound like a video game.), I found myself waiting for ANOTHER fifteen minutes just to meet my new doctor.
Finally, the fifteen minutes pass and I meet my new doctor....a chick. A VERY cute one at that.
So after answering the thousand questions that I was asked (And after another fourty minutes of gazing at her.), I was speachless and better at the same time. BUT there still was fear of the needles that I was gonna have to take.
So, after asking about my bloodwork being done today for the billionth time in a row, the result was that no, I didn't have to get any shots or needles stuck in me today.
So, after the physical, only a few things were brought up that needed addressing.
1. My knee problem.
2. My stress level.
and of course
3. My sleep paralysis.It turns out that, for the past five years or so, the knee problem that I've been complaining about is called "Inflamation"....a few things are STILL swollen even after five years and they are also a bit out of place. It comes from the amount of walking and running that I seem to do on the daily basis. The thing that sparked it was when I stomped too hard while running one day, five years ago.
My stress level, unfortunatley, Isn't getting any better, making my blood pressure go WAY up. That's not good. It's bad. VERY, VERY bad.
And finally, my Sleep Paralysis. So she says, It seems as if my stress level has something to do with my Sleep Paralysis. It runs in a pattern, I've just never come to the conclusion. The more my pressure goes up, the more my stress shoots up as well. The more something bothers me, the more chances I have of Sleep Paralysis occuring when I try to wake up.
Other than that, I'm just fine. Juuuuuust fine!
A little time will make everything better....for now, I'm just a little bang up!
But I'll live to fight another day....like I always do.
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