It seems the more I dread a thing, the better the outcome. I’ve always heard it said that we should not worry about things we cannot control, but what about dread? Worry is defined as feeling anxious about something that may happen that could be unpleasant and Dread is defined as something very similar. To me, dread seems the worse choice of the two. Of course, worrying can turn your hair white and give you premature frown lines, but dread can give you nightmares and heart attacks.
I’ve said all that to say this: I dreaded myself into nausea and a headache before I went to my dermatologist this morning.
You might wonder why someone would dread going to a dermatologist? Well, it’s kind of like going to the dentist after six years of NOT going. In this case, I haven’t seen a dermatologist in about twenty-five years. When I signed in, I glimpsed him behind the counter! OMG! I thought he was no older than fifteen. Had to be the assistant right? Decided maybe I should ask him if he thought old people should be euthanized, but decided against it. I sat in the waiting room in a sort of catatonic state after trying to shove a clipboard through a plate glass window. Oh, it was a clean window to be sure, but really! The waiting room was beautiful. The furnishings, fantastic taste, chandelier… lovely. Magazine? The best. Even his chairs were antique wingback, armchair replicas that were actually comfortable to sit in.
I went in for the examination. The equipment and room were state of the art. Spotless gleaming. The exam chair was comfortable. There were pillows if you needed them and a flat screen (probably about 26#) on the wall playing beautiful aerial videos of USA national parks and monuments with Debussy, Mozart, Chopin and Handel playing softly in the background. I expected to be served a Starbucks double mocha cappucino grande with extra whipped cream and chocolate syrup at any moment.
The doctor came in.
He was wonderful! He was personable! He laughed at my nervous, self-deprecating jokes! He smiled and seemed genuinely interested in my concerns! He looked at everything I pointed to and explained everything as he went! He told me that my PCP was a wonderful doctor! He said he looks forward to seeing me again! He didn’t put on a faceshield, body armor and gloves in order to hold my hand in his!
He did, however, burn off several suspicious items and take a biopsy, but you can’t have everything can you?
Here’s to Doctor Anthony Perri of the Woodlands, Texas!! Thank you, sir!
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