I went to the doctor’s today to get some advice about some stomach surgery I’m considering. I went to him under the impression he could do the surgery. I stated when I made my appointment the reason I was making it: I wanted to explore this surgery.

The staff didn’t mention that the doctor isn’t a surgeon and doesn’t actually PERFORM surgery. No, it wasn’t until I arrived at my appointment that I found that out.

The doctor spent all of ten minutes with me, which consisted of asking me if I had a surgeon in mind and asking if I knew of anyone who’d had the surgery. For this service, I paid the gentleman forty bucks. I honestly learned more in the two minutes I spent Googling info before my appointment.

Ah, health care. At least I tried not to smirk at the two drug company salespeople I just about tripped over as I made my way inside the building. When did medicine stop being a profession and become a business?

On the bright side, my blood pressure is back to normal levels! I measured 112/72 today, much lower than last week. I was mystified by the sudden drop until I recalled that my GP moved me off of Aciphex and on to another drug.

It seems my suspicions of Aciphex being the cause of my high blood pressure were correct. It also gives me confidence that the surgery I’m considering is exactly what I need. Whew!