What’s this? She’s posting twice in a week?
*rifles through desk*
Hmm, not a holiday. What gives?
*Gasp* Has Jupiter aligned with Mars?
Um… don’t think so. Truth is I’m feeling a little loopy because I had a colonoscopy today.
I mean, sure, it was several hours ago and people my age (or, ahem, younger) get this test with little fanfare. But this time I did it, okay?
And I feel this deserves some recognition.
Normally I just avoid doctors and pretend nothing is wrong. It’s a simple medical plan and it served me well for years.
I was more than content to continue said plan and then, boom! Husband has a heart attack.
The day after — he was in the hospital and I was home — I woke up and looked at his pillow.
It occurred to me that had things gone differently — had we waited too long to go to the hospital, had he said, “eh, I’m sure it’s just heartburn,” or whatever — I could so easily have woken up a widow. In just a few short moments, my life would have changed forever.
The second thing that occurred to me: I couldn’t have blamed him for anything. Sure, he has always enjoyed his steak and maybe he didn’t eat as healthy as he could have, but he did better than most people.
More importantly, he has always gone for his annual physicals, gets all the tests they recommend, even exercises regularly.
Where as I…
And that’s when it occurred to me: we should take care of ourselves for the people we love.
The next day I spent some time online, researching local doctors. Found one with really good reviews and made an appointment. When we met she ordered all these tests because… well, everything was overdue. In this last month I’ve been poked and prodded and… yeah, now probed.
The good news is, all is well and fine and clean as a whistle. The colonoscopy guy was very impressed. He told me they rarely see colons as smooth as mine.
I wonder if they offer medals for these kinds of things? Seems like they should.
Okay, yeah, maybe I am feeling a little loopy.
In any case, consider this a public service announcement. Have you been practicing doctor avoidance? Are there issues you’ve been neglecting, a lump you’re curious about, or something just doesn’t feel right?
Been putting off that physical?
Look at the people you love, pick up the damn phone and make the appointment.
Even if it means you have to drink something funky for a colonoscopy. Do it for the ones you love.
And just for kicks, and because I’m still a little loopy, here’s Kermit’s visit to the doctor:
P.S. to Husband: 💓