Thursday, October 27, 2011
What the doctor found when he examined me...
So as part of my Med re-balancing for the SADD treatment I had to go to my internist and have him check my levels and my heart and blah, blah, blah out.
Now, I love my doctor. He's ten years older than and so fucking cute it's unnerving. And he's gay. And I have desired him since I first saw him in 1983. He's a just a total doll.
So I'm taking my shirt off and he was looking at the screen and typing things into the computer and he asked if the stress level from work had gone down (no) and if the meds were working (kinda) and says whats wrong (Damn computer) and I said that Tuesday, I had some odd chest pains and my left arm went numb.
So he looks at me and says "shortness of breath? No. "Dizzy?" No. "We'll do an EKG you could have had a minor episode."
And I asked "Angina?"
And he turned and looked at me, dead serious and said "Who has a mangina?"
There was dead silence. "Did you take up fisting? What have I told you about that?"
"Your mangina. With your history of diverticulosis you are the last person who should have your mangina stretched."
Then he thought about it.
"Did you say "Angina"?"
Never - it's an outtie, not an innie.
"You thought it was Angina? I don't think it was Angina. Probably stress - your blood pressure is high. I'll write a script for some Xanax."
But what about the mangina?
"Where did I get that word?" He shrugged his shoulders and said "I know some guys who love to fist. They would have manginas." We smiled, and I went off for the EKG.
Everything is fine. I have my Xanax. I prefer meditation. But I have to stop this visual image of my head with manginas.