Dial tone

I was having a lovely dream where I was getting licked in the face by a massive German shepherd. But he was beautiful so I didn’t mind.

The next available appointment with a woman doctor, through the automated system, is on August 20th. Two weeks away. So a phone call to a snotty receptionist at 8.30 it is then! I’m not usually bothered who I see but I’m feeling a bit funny about having someone prodding about in my arm pit. And it’s bound to be a lymph node or gland and they’re bound to want to see if there are any in my groin, and if anyone is prodding around my knicker line I’d prefer it to be a lady. Obviously if one is not available I’ll suck it up and see anyone who’s available for peace of mind, I’m not an idiot. I just think the lady doctors take me more seriously. I think the men doctors see a woman with a lump and think she’s hysterical. I have a friend who found a lump, wanted reassurance, and instead got a lecture about the importance of self checking her breasts. Which of course we all know, and that’s how she’d ended up there in the first place!

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