Enough is Enough
I’m fairly certain I have nail psoriasis, and I have learned it’s a hard to treat condition, strongly correlated to psoriatic arthritis, though one doesn’t necessarily lead to the other. Suddenly, though, along with the nail problem (both fingers and toes, darn it!) the tiny bumps on my back and pain in the neck I always chalked up to my pesky thyroid and /or old age, could very well be a “very painful, sometimes debilitating” kind of arthritis.
No, I don’t necessarily believe I am destined to a life of pain and debilitation, but I’d be lying if I said those words didn’t, in weaker moments, cause my adrenaline to spike. Not unlike the word auto-immune.
So, though it’s taken me a while to admit coconut oil is not going to solve all my problems (just kidding, kind of), I’m ready to call the doctor. This piece of Jay Armstrong’s was just the push I needed. His words reminded me that all the wondering and uncertainty have a way of making matters so much worse.
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So, in my usual form, I’ve taken action in baby steps. I called for the balance in my medical savings account, did an online search for my doctor’s office hours to make sure I won’t have to take much time off work, emailed our bookkeeper to get the new health insurance plan specifics, set up an online account for said health insurance, took a Facebook poll about our newly-offered online doctor visits, called to see if virtual appointments are considered in-network services…
Then, after all of that, I asked my husband whether I should give the virtual appointment a try. He said he thought I should just call my doctor and make an appointment, then mumbled something about farting around with all the online thing, implying I had procrastinated again.
Which, of course, I had.
So here is my vow, for all the world to see (or the six or so people who follow me regularly). I am going to call this week and set up an appointment…for Friday after work.
What’s another couple days in the scheme of things, and at least I’ll have the weekend to unwind?
