Is it okay to ask for an “Atta Girl!” for something I should have done 2 years ago, but just now got around to doing?
And I don’t mean cleaning the toilets.
Two years ago I went to my doctor for a somewhat routine check-up with a few minor concerns. She was new to me, as I wanted a doctor closer to home. She addressed my concerns easily enough. It was the routine questions that kind of bothered me.
“When was your last mammogram?”
“Five years ago,” I answered without showing obvious concern.
“Well,” she responded. “You’re over 40 now (Really? Must she say that out loud?) so it’s time to have another one.”
“Okay,” I state enthusiastically. I take the paper with me, set up my next yearly appointment with her and head on my way.
As the year progressed, my prescription for the mammogram got buried deeper and deeper in my pile of papers, and therefore deeper and deeper in my mind.
It would sneak up occasionally, and I’d feel a twinge of guilt, but then I’d swallow it down quickly so as not to keep worrying about it.
At my next appointment, one year later, she asked if I’d gotten it done.
I hung my head in shame, and quietly muttered, “Umm… not yet.”
She didn’t scold, just filled out a new form for me, and sent me on my way.
This time the form didn’t get buried quite as deep. At least once a month I would come across it, think “oh yeah…I should do that..” and I’d set it aside.
Then Abby got hers done.
Then Terri got hers done.
The weight was growing steadily on my shoulders, but I was able to carry it.
With my impending yearly appointment nearing, 2 weeks away in fact, the weight has become too much to bear.
A stretch of three days off in a row this week allowed no excuses. I called on Tuesday, and
unfortunately they were able to get me in the next day.
Today was that day.
It was quick. It was painless. It was not even humiliating.
It was just not fun.
But it’s done! And now I can go to my doc and proudly tell her I did it!
I deserve an “Atta Girl!” Right?