I really hate going to the doctor.
As in, I don’t.
It took practically collapsing from pain when I stood up to get me to an orthopedist about a stress reaction in my leg a few years ago. Had my boss not yelled at me, my leg may have actually fallen off before I admitted there was an issue at all.
Only half kidding on that one.
I’ve lived in Chicago over 3 years now and yesterday was the first time I’ve been to a general practice for anything. Sure, there are my lady doctor and orthopedist who both keep me in check from time to time, but a primary care physician?
So when I switched up a few things on my insurance and went for an HMO, it finally became time to get myself a little physical and such.
Also, I need a primary care physician in order to get a referral to go back to my other doctors.
So really, it was a forced thing.
Anyway, I hate going (has this been stressed enough yet?). I hate the waiting room. I hate being weighed in the middle of a hallway. And I hate sitting around in a paper gown for an unnatural period of time. All after showing up 20 minutes early to get the show on the road.
So to make up for my unpleasant experiences at the doctor’s office, and since he didn’t give me a lollipop at the end like all the kids get, I went home in need of come comfort food.Ironically, I’m also not a fan of deep dish pizza. But made my own version last night with the help of Trader Joe’s whole wheat pizza dough.
Hear me out- there’s a big difference when pizza is made at home. Because I filled it with a million veggies instead of a pound of cheese.Artichokes, olives, onions and mushrooms all to add in after letting the crust cook on it’s own for at least 5 minutes (otherwise it stays too doughy in the middle- take note).
This, along with the addition of spinach, is a combo that very few of my friends would ever agree to if we were ordering. Really, the ratio of vegetables in this probably makes my little dish qualify more as a “casserole”. However, since I used legit pizza sauce (that’s what it says on the can!), it is still pizza in my eyes.
Oh and I should probably mention the physical went well. He said I was quite healthy and even gave me some pill-a-roos to take for when I feel migraines coming on. I’m not a huge fan of pills of any sort. Asking me to track down some advil in my house usually means me fishing through the bottom of my purse for sample packets I stashed from work. But it’s nice to have some meds on hand. Just in case.
And I’m sure my coworkers/roommate will also appreciate it.
It’s a win for everyone.