Getting called in to discuss my physical test results feels like I’m in trouble somehow. Like a summons to the principal’s office.
I mean, I know from experience that if it were an emergency, they’d’ve called myhusband/emergency contact when I wasn’t getting back to them. But still, in the back of my head, I can hear my elementary class singing, “ummmmmm” like I got a notice from the principal.
There’s a dash of my mom saying, “oh god, what did she do now?”
Which I know makes it sound like I was a problem child, and I wasn’t NOT a problem, but moving me into gifted and talented classes and giving me free access to the school library did quell 99% of my behavior issues.
Anyway, I suspect this has to do about my asking about lipedema treatment. I don’t really want surgery, I just wanted to know if the conservative treatments were worth pursuing, or if they were just tik tok facts.
The idea of surgery scares me, frankly. I mean, I’ve had several at this point but they’ve all been over life threatening problems. My main focus for the lipedema is trying to preserve my knees, as they’ve started to ache. I’ve never loved being big, but it wasn’t causing me physical pain until lately. So, I guess we’ll see tomorrow what’s up.
There’s an outstanding issue that I’ve been blowing off my oncology doctor, but that’s a whole other box of worms. Kettle of worms. Can of fish?
Whatever.