Break Me Down (The Breaking Trilogy, #2)(4)

By: M. Mabie


I’d only seen the doctor once or twice in my life. Both were for common ailments that hadn’t gone away on their own.

“No.”

“Okay, then we’ll do a complete physical today. I’m what you call a primary care physician, Myra. I can see both male and female patients, young and old, but I went to school for a little longer, so I could specialize in helping women. Since you’re a new patient for me, I want to make sure you are the healthiest woman possible and that there isn’t anything we need to do to ensure we keep you that way. Does that sound okay?”

She was kind, but her eyes were the same hazel color as his, which caused my chest to pinch when I looked at them. I didn’t want to think about him and did my best to only look there when I had to.

“You deliver babies?”

“I do. Over six hundred, in fact.” She set her papers on the table behind me, lifted her stethoscope, and then pressed it against my chest.

“I’ve helped with sixteen births,” I told her.

“You have?” She moved the tool under my gown and the cold metal made me jump. “Isn’t it spectacular?”

“I always liked helping my brother’s wives when their new babies came.”

“They’re so precious. Aren’t our bodies incredible?” she asked like she believed they were.

“God built women for the purpose of growing his kingdom.” That’s what I’d always been told anyway. Then again, I wasn’t sure about anything and the words didn’t sound as true anymore, coming from my lips.

Apparently, I’d been taught many things that weren’t entirely accurate.

To my surprise, she replied, “He did, didn’t he? He made us perfect for doing all sorts of things. Deep breath in and out slowly, please.”

Was she a believer?

Inhaling and exhaling, I did as she asked. We were quiet for a while as she worked.

“Your heart and lungs sound good. You’re throat, ears, and eyes are clear. Do you hear and see okay?”

“Yes.”

She looked at my shoulders and my arms and legs.

“Your skin is beautiful. Keep it that way with sunscreen anytime you plan on being outside. Of course your arms and legs, but especially your face, neck, and ears too. We can forget about those sometimes,” she explained as she wrote things down. “Your blood pressure is perfect. Temperature is right where it should be. Your weight is ideal for your height, and everything looks fine so far. You take exceptional care of yourself, Myra. Now I have some questions for you. Do you smoke or drink?”

She glanced at me and I answered, “No, ma’am.”

“Good. Do you take any medications? Vitamins? Supplements?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Are your periods regular? Do you have any severe cramping or headaches?” Again, her attention focused on me.

I’d never spoken to anyone about those things, beyond when my mother had explained it to me when my change happened around age twelve.

I swallowed and picked at the paper sheet beneath me. “They are consistent, but I do have cramping sometimes.”

“And what do you take for that?”

“I usually try to drink more water and if I have trouble sleeping, I sometimes take a pain reliever, but only when I need to.” And I’d prayed, but I didn’t mention that part.

“Okay, if that’s how you manage, and you’re not too uncomfortable, keep doing that. If you ever have any issues, you can always call the office and we’ll see if we can help. And since I’m familiar with your hometown and the way things are in different cultures, I also want to have a conversation about some options you might not know about or that may not have been offered by the doctor you had before.”

She set her pen down and crossed her legs to face me completely again.

“Many women prefer using feminine napkins or pads, whatever you like to call them; they like those best. Some women prefer to use tampons, which when used according to the instructions, can be very convenient, safe, and a good alternative. There are other alternatives, but those are the most popular. Of course, this is all up to you since it’s your body.”

I didn’t answer. The product I used was fine.