Doctors and Drugs and Museums, Oh My
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ciroccojJust getting home after spending the morning at the Museum of Nature. We really could spend all day there. Daniel is hoping to go back this weekend with Chris, since he really liked the Genome Project exhibit but we couldn't stay for long because Justin was... being Justin.
Despite the Justinator, it's been a really good day so far. I've been feeling a hell of a lot more cheerful and interested in everything in the last few days. Anti-depressants are amazing. I keep thinking of a quote from a recent Newsweek: "Changing your biology through sheer grit is like running a marathon with a broken leg. It can be done, but not well." Life is just so much easier when you don't have to spend 90% of your mental energy pushing yourself to move, or trying to convince yourself to do things instead of just lying in bed, which is really all you feel like doing.
Speaking of doing things, I called Telehealth last night over the labour-like pains and hemmoraging I was having a few nights ago. Very nice RN asked me a bunch of questions and finally told me, calmly but firmly, to get myself checked out within the next 24 hours. OK, no problem. I called my doctor's office, asked for an appointment for today, told the receptionist what was going on, and she asked if I would mind coming in right away. No, really. Right now.
OK, down I went. Family doc saw me, checked me out, told me he was going to fax a request to the gyne guy so I could go in the next day (that would be today). He also took some blood samples and put me on the Pill, to start immediately.
This is where I'm rather torn about my psychological makeup. On the one hand, I'm grateful to Whoever's in charge of this that I'm not a hypochondriac, because I would have been totally freaking out at the demeanor of every health professional I came across (a sort of a 'let's not scare the hell out of the patient but holy shit get her in NOW!!'). OTOH, perhaps a little hypochondria to leaven out obliviousness would be useful in this particular situation. Like, you know, being clued in enough to insist on a gyne appointment before August 29th when I had that 25-day period.
So I'm probably going in to see the gyne today. Not August 29th. Goody.
Despite the Justinator, it's been a really good day so far. I've been feeling a hell of a lot more cheerful and interested in everything in the last few days. Anti-depressants are amazing. I keep thinking of a quote from a recent Newsweek: "Changing your biology through sheer grit is like running a marathon with a broken leg. It can be done, but not well." Life is just so much easier when you don't have to spend 90% of your mental energy pushing yourself to move, or trying to convince yourself to do things instead of just lying in bed, which is really all you feel like doing.
Speaking of doing things, I called Telehealth last night over the labour-like pains and hemmoraging I was having a few nights ago. Very nice RN asked me a bunch of questions and finally told me, calmly but firmly, to get myself checked out within the next 24 hours. OK, no problem. I called my doctor's office, asked for an appointment for today, told the receptionist what was going on, and she asked if I would mind coming in right away. No, really. Right now.
OK, down I went. Family doc saw me, checked me out, told me he was going to fax a request to the gyne guy so I could go in the next day (that would be today). He also took some blood samples and put me on the Pill, to start immediately.
This is where I'm rather torn about my psychological makeup. On the one hand, I'm grateful to Whoever's in charge of this that I'm not a hypochondriac, because I would have been totally freaking out at the demeanor of every health professional I came across (a sort of a 'let's not scare the hell out of the patient but holy shit get her in NOW!!'). OTOH, perhaps a little hypochondria to leaven out obliviousness would be useful in this particular situation. Like, you know, being clued in enough to insist on a gyne appointment before August 29th when I had that 25-day period.
So I'm probably going in to see the gyne today. Not August 29th. Goody.
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Date: 2003-07-31 09:56 am (UTC)Not that that really has much to do with your situation. I'm glad you got to a doctor though. Maybe things will get cleared up for you.
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Date: 2003-07-31 12:12 pm (UTC)Yeeeeah. See, I would have been in the emergency room the night of those cramps, if it were me. Except that I would have gone to the doctor as soon as my period went over 2 weeks, so...
On the other hand, I AM a hypochondriac. And a pretty severe one, too. So my advice is never reliable.
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Date: 2003-07-31 12:13 pm (UTC)