Whine and Roses

. . . minus the roses.

I had an appointment with the dermatologist today.  I had a couple of spots I figured needed to be frozen off, which would not be unusual for the whitest woman in America.

I had a new doc who is either slightly ADD or else I have slowed down more than I thought in the last 2 days.  She talked so fast I could barely keep processing.  My 2 spots turned in to a machine gun approach of more than I could count.  She gave me a shot and took a biopsy on one before I could tell her I am allergic to epinephrine in Novocaine shots.  And she hit my nose and my lip which hurt more than I could say.  I felt somewhat traumatized, and sat there stunned until she reminded me that I didn’t need to watch her typing.  I could go!

I was feeling very unwell and walked in a daze to the nurse to hand her my bodily parts!  So here I am at work, looking like I have been either mugged in the parking lot of our Christian school.  Or perhaps I look more like I dislodged a bee’s nest on the way in to work.

I can hardly wait till the opinion survey for my visit comes in the mail.

About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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18 Responses to Whine and Roses

  1. Pit says:

    Wish you good luck and will keep my fingers crossed for the survey to turn out good for you.
    Take care,
    Pit

  2. Vicki says:

    if I were you I would find another dermatologist.. and I pray that nothing abnormal shows in the biopsy.

  3. pattisj says:

    Sorry to hear of your experience. Hoping for a good report.

  4. Mona says:

    Sounds like a seriously unpleasant experience. Do you really have to return to this woman? HMO nightmares, huh?

  5. What a terrible experience. I too would let her have it in that survey. Hoping for best results!

  6. susansplace says:

    Good grief, that sounds so awful! I hate hearing stories like that! When and where do they lose all compassion for their patients? Being the second whitest woman on earth, I’ve been through a few of these, and even with the kindest, gentlest doctor in the world, it still seems invasive, and painful, and scary as heck. As my mother used to say, turn over on your stomach and go to sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning!

    • I have to give a workshop on Thursday and my lip is swollen and my arms and hands and face look like I’ve been stung by bees! They will be lovely scabs by Thurs. Argh. I guess it is better than skin cancer, but she needs to improve her bedside manner.

      • susansplace says:

        Depending on what the subject of your workshop is, perhaps you’ll be able to use this situation as an “opportunity in learning”. And, I have an appointment coming up for something similar, so now I’m down right scared!

  7. dorannrule says:

    Oooooh Lilly – what an experience! You have made it sound so funny, but I can read between the lines you know. My wish is that someone would do onto that doctor as she does onto others. Meanwhile, take pictures of your battered face and attach them to the survey report!

    • My top lip is swollen, but at least the pain has diminshed. It’s not that I think she perhaps didn’t need to do it, but you can do it with more care and not be telling you at the same time that if cancer gets into the lip it can go through the whole body. How reassuring. Then when she was looking through my hair she was telling me of all the melanomas she found this week. !!!! She talked so fast and moved so fast, and I was in no way prepared for all the discomfort. It really threw me. I left work early! Argh.

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