I rarely cancel doctor’s appointments, even when I don’t feel like going. But I did that on Monday.
I was supposed to see my Boston Medical pulmonologist, the one who specializes in pulmonary hypertension, for a late afternoon appointment. This was a routine follow-up from February.
However, on Friday I had just driven into Boston for a midday appointment with my cardiologist, also a routine follow-up, this time from January. And since he has been my go-to for diagnosing my Type 2 pulmonary hypertension, and, thank goodness, the medication he put me on is working well, I just didn’t see the point of the Monday appointment. Why drive an hour-plus each way to wait and wait for a 15 minute appointment where I will tell the same story of my status and get the same (welcome, but not needed) reassurance from her that I’m doing okay, no changes needed? Especially if she can just read his notes in my chart.
This is not to say that I don’t value the pulmonologist’s time and advice. It’s just the schedule made the whole thing seem redundant. And Boston traffic during rush hour is no picnic.
I tried several times last week and again Monday morning to see if I could at least switch the appointment to telemedicine, but now that the pandemic is in the rear view mirror (thank God), that option is no longer readily available. So I rescheduled for September at a more reasonable time of day.
There are always stretches of multiple medical appointments in my calendar. Sometimes they are well-spaced, and sometimes they clump together, as they have recently. I still have another Boston Medical appointment for Thursday with my rheumatologist. Cutting out one more commute this week is the best way for me to conserve my energy while managing my own case. And to stay sane.
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