Good things happen on Tuesdays. Airfare is cheap. It’s a good day to travel. It’s an unassuming day. People are just getting on with things on Tuesday.
For me, this might be the most important Tuesday in 15 years. I am on the train to New York City to see the Endometriosis specialist Dr Seckin.
I get really anxious when I go to the doctor. The thing with me is, is that I tell doctors everything that is going on and suggest what it might be. I dare say I know more than them when it comes to my health. In fact, I was the first person to figure out I might have Endometriosis, years before a doctor even used the term. I’m agressive.
After years of feeling like I was not being listened to by most medical professionals, I adopted this behavior. I feel that it got me to where I am today, on this train, going to see a specialist.
But every time I see any doctor I get anxious. I’ve been let down so many fucking times I barely have any hope left each time I have to talk about my symptoms again. Will they listen to me this time? For real? Will they just tell me how to manage my “condition” for the next 6 months, next year, next five?
I hope today is different. I hope today is the most important Tuesday in 15 years.