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Visiting Mr McDreamy

I am actually at work now, piles of credit card statements for me to account for and to file, but am procrastinating.

Maybe accounting job is not really my cup of tea. It's simple, for the current position, but not interesting.

Anyway, I visited the handsome GP (Previous visit HERE) again this morning.

For the past month, I've been feeling feverish, tired, anxious.

For the past week, mildly runny nose, frequent urination at night, sleep affected, right lower back pain yesterday, and mild pain in right testes.

I am worried that something may be wrong with my kidney. So I made an appointment yesterday to see him.

After telling all the symptoms, I was actually expecting that he would ask me to undress. Already showered and all that...LOL

But he just said it could be due to anxiety. So he printed out a DASS 'test'. It's a psychological test, it has a list of questions for me to answer. Just had to rate each question from 0 to 3.

So, the scores I had showed that I might be seriously depressed, normal for anxiety and slightly stressed.

I think he was expecting me to score super high on anxiety, and that would help explain the symptoms hopefully. But surprisingly, I wasn't anxious, according to the test.

Anyway, he ordered some tests for me. The standard STD screen (for Chlamydia and Gonorrhea urine), HIV, Hep C, Thyroid function, Full Blood Examination and PSA (might be prostate specific antigen- screen for prostate cancer??)

Ok, back to work now.

Oh, by the way, he's still so charming.

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