Instead, I’m going to meet my new doctor (my doctor of awesomeness left, and I will miss her, for she was rational and sane and all things unlikely in a doctor). Anyway, she referred me over to some other guy, so fingers crossed.
Instead of a testicular exam, I’m going to finally – at the age of 30 – learn how to do a breast exam. I know this isn’t quite equivalent, but I couldn’t figure out how to examine my ovaries. (All right. I didn’t try.)
If the new doc has my files – which he should – I might even have some exciting cipralex-ey related stuff to share at the end of the day.
Wish me luck!