I spent most of my day today sitting in doctor's offices. Thankfully, I busted out of work with enough time to hit up the library for a couple of books. I finished a book last night and I've been fidgety all day to get my hands on another one. I'm waiting to get burnt out on my excessive reading habit soon. Hopefully, when I do decide I've had enough for now, I won't take a 10 year time-out like last time.
Stop 1 was at my OBGYN's office. Have I mentioned how much I love this woman? She has a new poster in one of her rooms. It was 2 huge scoops if ice cream with maraschino cherries on top of each scoop. It looked like boobies and was a reminder to get screened for breast cancer. She also has tons of Georgia O'Keeffe replicas like this one, go figure! You wanna know what word popped into my head when I first saw that painting? Hood. I know, I have issues.
Anyway, now I have to wear an estrogen patch during my period week of my pills. Why? Because my estrogen levels are extremely low. Not sure exactly what that meant so I went to http://www.ask.com/ and asked "what does having low estrogen levels mean?' Here is where it took me. I didn't get any new news from the article, (just a reminder that I pretty much don't ovulate and I'm branded with "fertility issues") but I did discover that there is a syndrome called Turner Syndrome. So wish I would have done more research before we named our kid. Still loving the name Caleb, but Tanner hated it. I should have built a better argument for it I guess.
Stop 2 Dermatologist. The staff was nice (probably because the doc was an hour behind schedule) and the doc was nice, but he didn't look me in the eye when he spoke to me. That bothered me. Not that I enjoy a staring contest and repetitive head nodding, but I thought it was really unprofessional. He could have atleast looked at my eyebrows or forehead to pretend he was making eye contact. Instead, he gave my diagnosis and some dictation to the floor beside the table I was sitting on. I got a prescription for a couple of 'topical treatments', but I was a little disappointed. AND even though I told him I never have acne break outs on my chest he still insisted on looking at my tee-tah's through that huge magnifying glass to be sure. Hmmm. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I didn't get a great feeling that I'm going to get much out of regular visits with this guy (outside of a prescription). Maybe I was just tired of sitting in offices for over 4 hours, trying not to squirm because my overly lubed up ladyhood from my previous appointment/exam made me feel like I was smuggling a jellyfish in my underwear.
Hopefully next month I'll be able to report that I'm not waking up in the middle of the night sweating and puking, my migraine's will be gone, and my skin is on the road to recovery.
Where should I wear the patch? My neck? I'll tell my boss I got a bitchin' spider web tattoo with a little swaddled Elvis in it. Perfect.
1 comment:
a day of drs visits. yuck. good thing you did pick up a new book. i can't go to any appt without my book. i am so impatient waiting and need to have something to occupy me. and the magazines they usually have in the waiting rooms always suck.
that derma sounds like a pervy.
i really hope this relieves your migraines!!
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