Upstream

My husband’s various doctor offices have become our homes-away-from-home these days.  But today is my day to see a doctor.  Oh boy.

I’ve had “white coat syndrome” since I was little, when the husky-looking pediatrician on Superior Street made house calls and always brought super-sharp, long needles.  You could count on those needles, every time.  After my child body had been stuck clear through, he tried to make it okay with a floppy candy sucker – one of those with the paper loop handle – which I thought a poor attempt at reconciliation.

Anyway, over the years I’ve had many experiences that have taught me to respect medical professionals, but also question what they do and why.  In it all, I’ve learned to maintain ultimate responsibility for my health. 

In some respects, I still have “white coat syndrome.” Today my heart will sprint a little faster when they listen, and my blood pressure will elevate.  It’s part of being adrenalized, ready to participate in the games.

I’ll drive an hour-and-a-half for the privilege of sound medical advice that isn’t necessarily conventional, some potentially dicey decision-making, and a bill not covered by insurance.  This is the way it is when you swim upstream to a medical tributary offering options not typical to the mainstream.  Is it worth it?  YES.