healthy summer, step 1

I resolved this summer to get my act in gear. I now have health insurance and I've pretty much ran out of excuses. Let healthy summer commence. Even though I am terrified.

In January when I went to the doctor, I was handed slips for blood work, mammogram, colonoscopy, gyn and I think that's it. Plus I need to do a health survey for my insurance that will take 30 minutes, and a biometric screening. Which is also at Quest. I guess I should have pre-planned so I only needed to make one trip!.

Today's walk was to the vampire to take my blood. And apparently my urine. Occasionally my blood work comes back wonky, and it has to be redone. Like death's door wonky. Hopefully that is not the case this time. I'll settle for normal.

I also made an appointment for my mammogram. It's July 7. They had a cancellation.  Again, I'll settle for normal. Cancer is not a big health risk in our family, but it doesn't stop my brain from going into full worry-wort overdrive. I am my mother's daughter.

I also tried to call the colonoscopy place. But there phone was busy. So maybe tomorrow. Need to do it while the roomies are not arround. There is no privacy here.

I like to say that the reason I dragged my feet on this is that  I went nearly two full decades without health insurance. But that really isn't it. Bottom line. I don't trust doctors. And I really don't trust tests and hospitals. (I was about 25 when the gyno called in a panic that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer after a routine pap smear. When they redid it. Oops, we were wrong.) So yes, my head is buried deep in the sand and my rose colored classes sparkle with clarity. But my brain spins occasionally with possibilities of things I might have. (5 different kinds of cancer--lung, breast, stomach, ovarian, skin, diabetes, fibromyalgia, MS and that in the middle of the night are going to cut off my right leg. Seriously.  Sometimes I can quiet it. Other times not.

Notice I didn't put arthritis on the list. This is a given. But I doubt if there are joint replacements in my future. No thank you.

Even though I cannot shake the feeling that my life will change dramatically this summer, I will move forward. And hope that none of the nightmares come true.

Off to do my survey.