The Many Mantras of Checkup Season

Excerpt from Wislawa Szymborska’s “Life While-You-Wait”

A quick update on my last post:

As it turns out, people eat a lot of things. Vegetables, for example, chopped and thrown onto a pan with olive oil and then into a bowl over a bed of very trendy quinoa. Feta cheese, for example, which was likely enjoyed by the Greek Gods and just so happens to be scrumptious in salad, couscous, or as a midnight snack with tomato, olive oil, and pepper.

Good news? I’ve gotten better at nourishing my body while still honoring my culinary laziness.

Bad news? I’m still the sort of person who would rather dig into a meal than photograph it, so there are no pictures to prove that I’ve consumed anything other than omelet lately. I have no recipes to share, either. That’s because these dishes are underwhelming and largely self-explanatory. Said recipes would read as follows: “cut some veggies up (however you please), toss them in a pan (with care and love), dance around (to something Irish), then eat.”

So. There you have it.

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Life rolls on. April arrived with all her beauty to the city of my dreams and so too did the pesky word procrastinator (see: me, see also: will I ever learn?). I finally requested a health card from the clinic in my new neighborhood today.

Length of time I avoided this task: six months.
Length of time it took me to complete: between eight and twelve minutes (walk to health center and brief pause to admire an alleyway included).

I have an appointment with a new doctor who will write me scripts, schedule blood work, and refer me to an endo and an eye doctor for those oft-avoided,  anxiety-inducing yearly checkups that make me repeat the same mantras year after year after year:

“Knowledge is power.”
“You got this.”
“You’ll be fine, girl.”
“If you’re not fine, you’ll still be fine.”

And then the pep-talks:

“You’ve conquered monsters with uglier names. If it turns out that you’re not fine (but I’m sure you’re fine, don’t worry, you’re totally fine), you’re more than qualified to confront whatever stupid senseless thing life may have to offer. Fear is fine. Laying on the floor is fine, too, but you probably won’t have to do that because YOU ARE FINE. YOU ARE TOTALLY FINE. It’s a DOCTOR’S VISIT. Ok, fine, it’s three doctor’s visits, but you know what? That’s great news. You love people-watching and the culture of the Spanish waiting room is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. This is gonna be fantastic.”

“You haven’t always done your best but that’s because you’re not a machine and that’s FINE! No, it’s more than fine. You know how angry those self check-out scanners at the grocery stores make you? Those are machines. They’re the worst. They’re unforgivable. You’re not the worst. You are forgivable.”

Diabetes: that sometimes quiet, sometimes clanky chronic illness that makes otherwise sane young women talk to themselves out loud.

Never quite fully prepared for anything and lately certain that I wouldn’t actually want to be, I let anxiety have its moment. I admire the beautiful building that houses my new health clinic and think about nine-year-old me at a dingy office complex in Pennsylvania, unaware that one day she’d be walking into this place, privileged enough to go to the doctor even when she felt just fine.

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