(a test for observant readers — find the connection between this blog entry and food)
November 3rd. 2009. My older daughter, Carrie, turned 30 yesterday. I think your 30’s are a great decade. But it makes me feel old to have a child who has turned 30. As does my annual exam, which happened today.
My regular doctor was booked up through the end of the year, so I decided to see a physician’s assistant who had an opening in her schedule. I liked her and was pleased with her examination style.
Except when she got to my family medical history. She was reviewing my children’s medical history and commented about my younger child ” Your daughter really was born in 1984?”. What response is there to that kind of a question? “No, I lied on my medical records”. “Oh my gosh. 1984? There really were babies born that year?” Well, or course I said “yes”. And added that we’d also had a 1984 party that year (before Erin’s birth, totally unrelated). The PA seemed to find this very interesting. It’s been years since anyone even seemed to connect that long ago, back when I was in junior high school, 1984 had a kind of mythical ring to it. It was far away in the future, made famous by George Orwell, and would never come.
But it did. And so did the rest of the exam, including questions like “do you experience moodiness with your menstrual cycle?” Made me want to jump off the examining table shouting “Moodiness? You want to know about moodiness? Well, I can tell you all about it!!” Instead I quietly acknowledged that “yes, I do sometimes fly off the handle”. The PA found that phrase amusing and as she was describing with her hands the imagery it created for her she almost dropped her laptop to the floor as she didn’t open the little shelf in her desk enough for it to rest completely flat.
Really a nice appointment overall. I wish my niece luck in her dreams of pursuing a career as a physician’s assistant, and also wish her luck in not having too many patients like me.
Oh, part of the obligatory “lecture” included “no one gets enough fiber in their diet. You should try to get 25 to 30 grams a day”. My response – internally – was “Ha! You don’t know who you are talking to. I’m a nutritionist, and I know all about fiber, and calcium and all those other nutrients” And honestly, I really do get enough fiber.” But again, I just quietly said “yes”.
A quiet yes. That pretty much sums it up.