Today I visited my general practitioner regarding some (slightly scary) hand pain. However, what got me wasn’t so much her reaction to my swollen and hot mid-30’s hands – but her instant reaction to the scratch on my inner wrist.
This scratch was given to me by my loveable – but completely ornery – cat. (He was having a bad day and I got in his way.) Now, this is a good scratch – it bled, scabbed over, and is now forming a pretty angry looking red scar. I have accepted it and really don’t think much of it since it doesn’t hurt – and my hands do.
However, it appears that my “colorful” mental health history had put my poor doc on high alert at the sight of a scratch on my inner wrist. Instant response? “Oh, What do we have here?! How did this happen?”
I almost wanted to laugh – what DOES my medical chart look like? Each time I call my HMO do warning bells go off?
Alert! Alert! Highly unstable mentally ill patient calling! Listen for signs of increased aggitation and instability!
Does “CRAZY LADY!” come up on a scrolling ribbon at the top of the screen every time my name shows up?
I guess this can be a good thing in times of crisis. However, today I found it quite entertaining.
As far as my painful, swollen hands are concerned – the jury is still out. It’s either “occupational” due to my heavy keyboard duties or something else entirely. They took blood and scheduled some consults. Good times.