When I went back for my follow up mammogram and ultrasound, the stupid
jelly bean was still there. It had not gotten bigger (that's good) and
the mammogram ultrasound Doogie Houser doctor person was all Um, wool,
it's probably nothing but let's recheck it every few months for two
years. Bye.
Oh, how comforting.
My general doctor got the report from Doogie and quickly referred me to a surgical oncologist to get a real opinion. She didn't think it was a good idea to sit with probably nothing given the fact that Karen ruined the it's probably nothing option for us forever and we're Ashkenazi Jews which it turns out is not the good type of Chosen People when it comes to diseases and genetics. There's nothing to indicate that the jellybean is anything to worry about in excess of normal worry. I'm actually so not worried about it that I haven't even made the appointment yet. I've only gotten as far as googling the surgeon. I will make the appointment (don't worry). But, my annoyance limit has been met for September already. I think it has been met for October and November, too. Just the thought of all the um, wools I will have to deal with to get even copies of the test results to take to the appointment sent me over the edge. And then there are all the um, wools that will come from the insurance company and the receptionist who will screw up my appointment time and the parking attendant who will lose my keys and the nurse who will call me Diane.
It's just too annoying to go to the doctor now.
It's still not annoying to go to Cinnabon. They are never all um, wool....no cinnamon.
Oh, how comforting.
My general doctor got the report from Doogie and quickly referred me to a surgical oncologist to get a real opinion. She didn't think it was a good idea to sit with probably nothing given the fact that Karen ruined the it's probably nothing option for us forever and we're Ashkenazi Jews which it turns out is not the good type of Chosen People when it comes to diseases and genetics. There's nothing to indicate that the jellybean is anything to worry about in excess of normal worry. I'm actually so not worried about it that I haven't even made the appointment yet. I've only gotten as far as googling the surgeon. I will make the appointment (don't worry). But, my annoyance limit has been met for September already. I think it has been met for October and November, too. Just the thought of all the um, wools I will have to deal with to get even copies of the test results to take to the appointment sent me over the edge. And then there are all the um, wools that will come from the insurance company and the receptionist who will screw up my appointment time and the parking attendant who will lose my keys and the nurse who will call me Diane.
It's just too annoying to go to the doctor now.
It's still not annoying to go to Cinnabon. They are never all um, wool....no cinnamon.
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