I think one of the most awkward conversational moments has to be when a doctor asks, "How are you?". Seriously, what kind of answer is the doctor seeking? "Fine, doc, I just dropped by to see how you are."
So, last week I got to visit a hematologist. When that question came my way, my first inclination was to respond, "well, if you'd glanced at the 11 pages of forms that you had me fill out, you might not have to ask." Or how about, "I've been a bit bored lately and I heard you had good coffee in your fantastic waiting room! And while we're on the subject, can you tell me again why it was that you wanted me to show up 30 minutes early?"
All kidding aside, there really were 11 pages of forms which I had to fill out before I arrived. (And that 30-minute early arrival was for???) So you can understand my state of mind when I finally reached the question regarding "method of birth control." I racked my brain for some appropriately medical-sounding term and finally settled for "fatigue." If the doctor actually read this, he did a great job keeping a straight face!
This morning, I'm on my way to receive an iron infusion, which is supposed to restore my iron level to 100 percent. The doctor promised that in six weeks I will be feeling wonderful - just in time to enjoy the summer!
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