Just a routine check-up

Gastroenterologist, boy is that a mouthful. Well yesterday that was the word of the day. For me this meant a routine check-up to make sure that my Crohn's Disease is doing fine and so is everything else in my body. It is kind of like a yearly physical only it happens multiple times a year. Well anyways it turned out to be not that bad, routine talk with the doctor and everything and then get blood work. Ha! Like that is ever easy. First off, my fear of needles comes into play here, but as long as I don't see the needle I will be fine (I think). The second problem is that I am completely and utterly squeamish. I rather hate the sight of blood. What do I do to get past this? Well, I have this magic cow who is amazing at making stomach problems go away. I hide behind her. It is a rather interesting site. A full-fledge teenager hiding behind a stuffed cow and humming to distract herself from the blood sucking. At least, but unfortunately, I have gotten used to it so I don't fight the phlebotomist anymore.

The worst part though has to be waiting. I get antsy easily. Especially when I am in the waiting room and there are babies in there feeding off eachothers' unhappiness. I rather HATE listening to babies cry when I am at the doctor. They always seem to be there. There is NO escaping. But friendly me with the stuffed cow tries to distract them and make them smile. I do succeed. Until the next hissy-fit breaks out, I get a few seconds of peace with my annoyed thoughts. Maybe the crying is better.

Now I wait. I wait for a couple of days to hear the results of my bloodwork. But anxious me hates waiting. Oh well, in a ways I would rather wait then find out that I need to be hospitalized.

Taking meds might suck to hell
But waking heathly is all the rage.