another layer of grieving no one tells you about

By the grace of God, I had Monday off of work. Instead of lounging and playing all day, I was productive. I had doctor's appointments all day long. That's the beauty of health insurance, you can go to the doctor.

I had a dermatologist appointment first thing (and by first thing, I mean 10:15 am). In 2003, I had a mole removed that was pre-melanoma, so every year, I have to get all my moles checked. Yesterday she found one that she wants to remove because the color isn't consistent.

At 1:00 pm, I had an eye doctor's appointment. For the last few years, my eyes haven't changed in their prescription. I knew I needed new glass, however, yesterday I found out that my contact lenses need to be changed as well. Here's to becoming increasingly more blind.

At 3:00 pm, I had a dentist appointment. Yearly cleaning and year 27 of no cavities. He was amazing and I highly recommend this man (so gentle and they take digital xrays, so cool) But they did make the mention that I needed to keep up with my flossing. I know, I know...

The point of this post isn't to tell you that I went to the doctor's yesterday. The point is to tell you how I miss my old doctor's in KC. The people who have been seeing me consistently for over 11 years. Who know my medical history and know that needles freak me out. That I know who is good, who is not and where to go are consistent. Yesterday was not. I know it seems odd to be sad about that, but deflect your shame somewhere else, this is something that makes me sad.