So anyone who has been reading the blog knows about my fun and exciting trip to the ER a couple weekends back. Well, while I was there they of course sucked some blood out of me and did a bunch of tests. They came back and said my bloodwork looked great and nothing was wrong. Good stuff, wonderful, lovely, glad to hear it. Except then last week I had a call from my doctor's office. "Hello Kelly, your doctor has received your bloodwork from the Emergency room and she wanted you to come in and go over it with you."
Um...why? Why?? They said I was fine? Why do you want to see me?? Of course it was a message on my answering machine so I didn't get any answer and they never tell you anything over the phone when you call to make the appointment. Still, I wasn't worried, because hey, the cute doc in the ER said everything came back great, no problems. Maybe this was just routine.
So I mentioned it to a couple of people and they kept giving me this strange expression. The one that said 'oh no you are marked for death!' Well, okay maybe their expression wasn't that bad, but they did look a little dubious when I suggested it was probably all routine. One even had the audacity to say 'well if everything is fine they wouldn't want to see you'.
"You know doctors are really busy, they wouldn't haul you in there unless there was something they needed to tell you."
"But you feel fine, right? Not like you're sick or dying or anything?"
Um...well I was feeling fine until you started talking, but thanks...thanks a lot....
In my gut I don't think it's anything. Really. I mean, the ER doc wouldn't tell me everything was great if it wasn't. Maybe it's just my low iron. Yeah, maybe she just wants to remind me to eat more red meat and B12 and Vitamin C. Sure, that's probably it.
I mean, I'd feel at least a little blah if there was something horribly wrong. Right?
You know, doctors really need to start imparting information over the phone. Sigh...okay, I'm off to the doctors then....