I have never been so excited to go to a doctor in my life! Admit it, when you were a kid you had to be really sick to want to go to a doctor…all the other times you were just playing hooky. Today I meet my hematologist/oncologist for the first time. I have so many questions! I am gonna bombard him with questions ’til he feels like he was in a dodge ball tournament. I am hound him with so many queries he’ll wonder if he should have become a veterinarian!
My new doc has a very interesting moniker. “Jujujjavarapu” (sic)…it took me forever to realize that the sic in parenthesis next to a word meant that it was a word knowingly or deliberately misspelled by the author) I actually have no idea how to spell my doctor’s name let alone pronounce it. Truth be told in a giggly moment with my mom I had an absolute lapse of political correctness (Gasp!…not me…I’m always p.c.! ) and referred to him as “Dr. Jujubee”. (I’m sure you all remember the candy called Jujubees, right? I think you can still buy them in movie theatres.) It’s all good though…members of my doctor’s staff have given me an easy out. In our phone conversations they have all referred to him as “Dr. J”.
Dr. J, how cool. How NBA. He’s not bad looking either…I know because the practice he works for fed-exed me a 30 page 3-ring binder which included glossy photographs of all their practitioners. Not that his last name or his looks should make the slightest difference. I do have a male gynecologist who isn’t all that great looking and that makes all the difference! I’m not letting some hottie check out my hoo-haa! (Ladies, back me up on this one!)
So I’ll try to write again tonight about how the visit went. Now all I have to do is not start giggling when Doctor Jujujjavarapu introduces himself! Sigh, you’d think by 37 I’d be a tad bit more mature.
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