Whatever I Feel LikeGosh!

Okay, so I called about my arm and I’m headed to the doctor’s office tomorrow morning. I had a list of 3 things I want to talk about when I go in.

1 – My arm
2 – My allergy medication. Right now I take 10mg Zyrtec every day for “seasonal” allergies. However, there are still a lot of days when I’m congested, too, and end up having to take an OTC remedy for that. I want to get another prescription for Zyrtec-D and also talk about upping the dosage if possible. I feel like the 10mg wears off way before the 24 hour period.
3 – My dizziness. I don’t want to continue treating it with Antivert – I want to get to the root cause and treat that.

Of course I was not congested today nor was I dizzy. So now I’ve convinced myself that I’m a hypochondriac for wanting to talk about both of those things. I’ve also convinced myself that my arm isn’t so bad, either, and that maybe I just pulled it when I was swimming. Why do I have such reservations about going to the doctor? It’s not that I’m afraid of going… I think it’s more that the doctor will think I’m exaggerating or something. I think this stems from my parents having this reaction any time I got sick when I was little. It was a bother to them usually, and I had to do some convincing on occasion that I was actually sick. Who knows what the reason is, I just know it’s annoying. I am going to the doctor tomorrow, though, and I am telling them about every single one of these issues.

Incidentally, I looked at my calendar for something tonight when I was at a meeting and realized I missed my annual GYN appointment today. Woops! I didn’t get a phone call either. Weird. I guess I’ll have to call them tomorrow, too.

Oh! And I really need to call the hearing aide doctor. One of my aids is messed up – the tubing separated from the inner ear piece. It’s been like this for over a month now and I haven’t called yet. Dang. I didn’t think I was one of those people who didn’t call the doctor when it was necessary to do so. I guess I am those people. Gah.