My husband has been struggling with a pain in his shoulder for the past week and a half. At first, it was merely a small annoyance, but as the days wore on, so did the pain, getting progressively worse until he couldn’t sleep at night. That it didn’t stay in one place but migrated to his upper back was also a little alarming to me. I kept nagging him to make an appointment to see the doctor, and finally, as the pain had not abated after icy hot patches and ibuprofen, he finally called the doctor on Monday. The earliest appointment he could get was for today.
“I can’t believe you couldn’t get an appointment right away. This could be very serious,” I said, worried about my poor hubby. He assured me that the pain was musculature in nature and he wasn’t on the verge of collapse. But he was concerned enough that he wanted to have the doctor check it out. Of course, today, the day of the appointment, the pain is nearly gone, so he is canceling the appointment.
Once, years ago, I was experiencing pain in the heel of my right hand. It was so bad that I was having trouble doing routine chores like making the bed. I couldn’t lean on it at all. When I went to the doctor, he discovered that I had a calcium deposit in that area. “We will need to cut it out,” he said. He then described the procedure. He would make my arm numb by injecting a needle of numbing agent into my armpit. He described the size of the needle. “I’ll be asleep, right?” I said, all the color draining from my face. “Oh, no need for that,” he assured me. “It will be done right here in my office.” Because the pain was substantial and had been going on for quite some time, I made the appointment. Before the date of the procedure, the pain was completely gone, never to return. The image of that needle scared it out of me.
How many times have you heard a rattle or a squeal while you are driving, and when you make an appointment to bring your car in to be repaired, the noise disappears? I had a light switch that wasn’t working, and when the electrician came to fix it, it was working again. He could find nothing wrong with it. Fortunately, he was here to fix something else, so I didn’t have to pay for a wasted trip. I’m having trouble with that switch again, by the way. I need to make an appointment.