Far along after the bloods
Long before we were
caught in the throes of this pandemic and at a time when there was more freedom
than we had stuff to do with it, at least a fortnight before each of my
biannual medical check-ups, I would visit the phlebotomist to have blood taken
in anticipation of discussing the results when I meet up with my consultant.
However, I cannot
remember when I last did that, and the last three consultations have been by
telephone conference with the inconvenient situation of reviewing the results
of 6 months before. When I had a call over 2 weeks ago, I asked the nurse if
she could provide me with an update once the results were ready and she kindly
acquiesced to the request, even noting it in the update she sent to my General
Practitioner (GP) and I.
Knowing it soon after
the bloods
I find it strange
that I have never met my GP who probably knows just about enough about me from
the letters she gets if she reads them, or she just files them for reference
when needed. My consultant however allows for a full flowing conversation about
everything health, life, and much else.
The mail arrived in
my post-box at the weekend, my CD4 count was at the highest it had ever been, I
do not think I had that number at diagnosis almost 19 years ago. The other
matters in the blood looked good too, and the cholesterol levels were improving,
though I need to give it more attention. In general, I was given a rather clean
bill of health and the likelihood that my next appointment in October would be
face-to-face with my consultant. The times, they change.
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