New Doctor

At the doctor's office today, I was without my medical records. Usually, I bring my two-inch thick folder of medical records to newly acquired doctors. But for some reason I could not find my folder today. It is not in the drawer where I left it three years ago. Of course, I have moved since then. But it is stil strange for the folder not to be where I left it. It is very strange. Hopefully, it will turn up when I move and organize most of my things into my own house. Meanwhile, the new doctor will just have to take my word on things.

So here I was, talking to this doctor I had just adopted from a referral, telling him what I thought he needed to know. A woman in my very early forties, I have a medical history that most people never grow old enough to earn. But I think I gave him the high points.

Flipping through the pages of my brand new medical chart, the neurologist said to me in a mild Spanish (from Barcelona) accent, "Wellll, you  have a veeery innnteresting medical history."

"Thank you," I responded. It is always nice to be of interest to intelligent people.

Head still bowed into the chart, his eyes riveted up to fix on mine. "That is not good," he said.

"Oh," I laughed.

Honestly, though, I think I have to disagree with the doctor. I think it is very good for me to have such an interesting medical history. If I had a short, uninteresting medical history, I would not be here to talk about it.

Well, I guess I had better start looking for those lost medical records. I don't suppose they will find themselves. :-)