I would hardly say that I am at the pinnacle of health. I've always had random things wrong with me. I scratch when I'm nervous. I have allergies. I take medication for hypothyroid. I take Prozac for depression. I've had my tonsils removed due to weird little halitosis nuggets called tonsilloliths. You know... the list is long.
For the most part, though, I feel healthy. Because of all these prescriptions, however, I spend a lot of time visiting my primary physician and random specialists. This usually requires a pretty regular amount of urinalyses and blood work. A few months ago I went for one such urinalysis and they found microscopic traces of blood in my urine. Please note: this is not the same thing as pissing blood. Just in case any of you have overactive imaginations.
Taking care of this didn't seem to be too much of a priority but I was eventually referred to a urologist. That word just sounds like an old person doctor to me. Urologist. Ugh. He was still finding traces of blood in my urine as of late last month and last week I had to go into his office again for a procedure where they insert a catheter and a camera into my urethra and snoop around my bladder. Guess what he found! Polyps in my bladder (thanks for the link, Crust!). Oh, goody.
My urologist is optimistic that these polyps are benign so I'm not too worried but I do have to go for a biopsy a week from today. That will require a visit to the hospital, anesthesia and a day off of work and school. Please think good thoughts for me. The last thing I need is to be diagnosed with some sort of bladder cancer 4 months before my wedding.
MORAL OF THAT STORY: Doctors are your friend regardless of how scary they may appear and how annoying they can be to visit.