What a post title!
Today was my appointment for the urodynamics test.
I have to admit, I wasn't feeling gung-ho. I made the appointment first with the urologist, who didn't even examine me, just mentioned that I was fat (oh, I thought I was fluffy!) and said I qualified for surgery. Without ever checking out the goods. Uhhh, okay.
Last Monday the 15th, I had my first urodynamics appointment. My monthly friend decided to visit a few days earlier (she always like to crash in on weekends) and the test can't be done during such a special time. So I had to reschedule for today. When I got in at 2:30 for my 3pm appointment, they couldn't find me in the system. Even though they had called me to confirm, they forgot to enter me into the system and had given the appointment to another patient. Oooh, but here's the funny part. They could fit me in at 4:30. Oh yes, I'd love to wait here for 2 hours. NOT. So I canceled the appointment.
I have been dreading this visit all weekend. And I am not exaggerating when I prayed in bed the other night and said, "Lord, if you don't want me to keep this appointment, You need to do something. I don't know what, but please make it known to me that I shouldn't be doing this." So the receptionist was shocked when instead of erupting in anger over the error, I burst into maniacal giggles and skipped out the door.
So I think I'll be skipping this procedure, at least for now. I didn't have a great feeling about it. And I feel like He really moved things around in order to catch my attention. :D