Yesterday I had a physical scheduled. My doctor, my first real such doctor, is located in my hometown. Under any circumstances except the office location, I would have taken my physical as Kandi. But you never know when a neighbor or friend might walk in, but I did go in stealth Kandi mode. Basically I was dressed, with a running pullover allowing for some plausible deniability, with the exception of hair and makeup. I am just now establishing a relationship with my doctor (a woman) and I want to be able to trust her. Well, let me tell you, I have the best doctor imaginable! After having the assistant do a few things and run an EKG, requiring me to remove my bra (she was sweet as well), my doctor entered the room. I was all put back together. I met her last year for a referral on my achilles, but given my crappy memory, didn’t remember much about the visit.
Well, let’s see….she’s a runner, ran the Cleveland Marathon half, is a lesbian and about the same age as me. Instant connection! My attire, a nonissue, although I opened the door for a few questions about transitioning and things like that. I appear to be in tip top health, have to (finally) get a colonscopy (I’m about eight years late on this) and ended the appointment with a hug. We’ll both be at Pride weekend next Saturday, so I told her to look for me.
Frankly I was nervous about the visit (only because it was in my hometown), but once I got into the office and out of the waiting room, I was at ease.