Though my medical oncology appointments are always made with The Pill, I haven't actually seen him in more than a year. It doesn't really matter to me; my appointments with him are always over in less than five minutes, anyway.
A fresh doc saw me, today. In this case, fresh means new to me, not newly minted. In different circumstances, a man I've just met fondling my naked breasts would definitely be considered fresh, but the unflattering lighting and perpetually wrong-sized hospital gown puts paid to that. But, I digress.
After a refresher on my history with Tamoxifen -- it's been nearly 18 months, already -- and its side effects -- none of which I seem to be experiencing, thankfully -- it was time for the titty touching. I wonder if anyone will ever handle my breasts in anything other than a clinical manner again. Less than a minute and I was alone and dressing.
Long story short, all's well on the pharmaceutical front. Next stop, flapjack city.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
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