by Phyllis
Quite some time ago, I wrote a series of posts about a series of visits to a doctor. Yes, the good Dr. Bester. You will want to start at the beginning of the story for one of two reasons: 1) You were riveted when you read them the first time and you can't wait to read them again; 2) You haven't read them and want to read something incredibly clever, interesting, and wrote good.
Have fun. Really.
But I was thinking about this the other day. I mentioned to someone that my ear hurt and that person offered the opinion I might have an ear infection. I said I doubted it. And then I thought about Dr. Bester.
Remember in part 5, how he twice tested my ability to stay conscious? And how I wondered why he would do such a thing, would subject me to that without warning or drugs or anything? I just figured out why. As you recall from part 1, he was quite astonished I was not complaining of pain when I went to see him the first time. Evidently more astonished than I had ever really imagined until the other day when I came to the realization he equates stent removal pain with ear infection pain.
Nothing ground-breaking, I know. But worth noting, I suppose.
In any case, stay tuned for a series of posts (I think I could get through it all in 15-20 of 'em) about my recent colonoscopy.
3 comments:
So you're saying that between your first visit and (what I hope was) your last, Dr. Bester remembered what he had assumed to be your high pain threshold? And made his plans accordingly?
You give him too much credit, I think.
And, having reread part 5, I will say that I don't ever want to read part 5 again.
Bring on the 20-part colonoscopy series, though.
I, too, have reread Part 5. My reaction today is like my first reaction. I want to back there. I want you to scream right in his face, something at least like OW. And I want to be there to tell him a thing or twelve.
It makes me so mad.
And, oh yes, I think your conclusion here validates my initial comment: he did not know . . . squat.
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