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Thursday,
February 17, 2005
Back from the doctor
Warning -- female stuff ahead. Men may wish to skip this bit.
Well, that was remarkably painless. I found the office (in a brand new medical complex, very swish), gave them my pre-filled in paperwork, peed in a cup for a PG test (negative), had my weight and blood pressure taken, then changed into what the fashionable exam patient is wearing this season (i.e. the paper gown that opens down the front).
Dr. A turned out to be a nice, softspoken Texan who apparently has a series of scripts memorized for certain situations, because he started rattling away the moment he walked in the room. I jumped in while he was taking a breath and explained I used to work in an ER and am au fait with medical terminology and processes, so he relaxed a bit and we talked about what was going on with the undercarriage. He agreed that PCOS was a likely candidate, based on my medical history and symptoms, and I'll be going in tomorrow for a fasting blood test to check my triglycerides and a couple of other things. In the meantime, he checked the northern and southern regions, pronounced everything nominal and gave me two months' worth of Yasmin to get my menstrual cycles straightened out.
When I pulled out one box later to look at it, though, I had to laugh -- the contents list read, "One month's worth of Yasmin pills, one fashionable faux-suede wallet. . ." Just what I always wanted with my birth control pills -- a fashion accessory.