Today I saw a new ENT doctor. I wasn’t really sure how it was going to go. A couple years ago I started seeing a different doctor in the same practice and then quit going due to insurance, not happy with the doctor and too many bad customer service experiences with the staff over the course of a week. Now I’m really needing to re-establish a relationship with an ENT and this is the only practice close to where I live. One handy aspect of it is they’re two floors up from my pulmonologist so it’d be easy for them to chat and compare notes. I ended up calling a few weeks ago to find out my doctor had left the practice so they needed to transfer me to someone else. I’m not sure what the other doctors are like there, but I feel like I got a good one.
Dr S was extremely friendly and personable. He was interested in what I had to say and actually listened. He also didn’t shove his fingers in my mouth or jerk my head around by my tongue like the last one did. Dr S tried to get a handle on my history, what I’ve been dealing with, what my current treatment is and figure out what he could do to assist. I have five doctors so it’s nice when one wants to be a team player. He checked me out, scoped my vocal chords and I’m going to be following up for a video laryngoscopy. I felt like I was in good hands after the visit and am confident he’ll be a contributing factor in my treatment.
Later today I cooked a pot of pinto beans. This may not sound like a big deal, but it takes at least six hours from start to finish after you sort, clean, soak and cook the beans. I used to cook all kinds of things all the time. Saturdays were often dedicated to trying new things and cooking large quantities of something to eat the entire following week. The past few years I’ve hardly cooked anything at all either because I couldn’t physically stand in the kitchen that long or I’ve just been too exhausted to even think about it. I feel like it’s a tiny accomplishment on my road to recovery from this summer. I’m still on tons of medicine and still taking prednisone, but at least I’m able to have intelligent conversations now and spend a little time slow cooking something I enjoy eating.