Dude. Dr. Nice was not in the office today. I rely on Dr. Nice. How can he go off and have a family emergency that is going to leave him out of the office for an indeterminate amount of time? The various people were all hush hush about the details. I think it’s nice that they are so respectful of his privacy, but I can’t help but wonder if they know how little respect he has for theirs. I know about one’s daughter’s anorexia, another one’s brain cancer (she seems to have recovered), etc., etc.
Anyhoo. Their was some scurrying around by the front office staff and I distinctly heard some begging as they called the various nurses and cajoled them into fitting me into their doctor’s schedules. The only one who would was Dr. Twelve Years Old. I would say she made me feel old, except that she specifically told me I was not old.
It went like this:
Dr. Twelve: How old are you?
Me: 33.
Dr. Twelve: Oh. You’re not old.
Me: …
I mean, do I look older than that? And what age would I have had to say for her to have declared me old? (Now I am wondering if she is the resident that came into my hospital room the day after I delivered Gatito and told me it looked like I still had another baby in my stomach.)
Anyway, I am being mean, but she was nice. She asked me my age in formulating her response to my question about whether I was doing the right thing with these follicle checks. I am ovulating on the left (wrong) side this month, but she basically said she thinks I should go for it anyway, and said that there’s no medical protocol/evidence of increased success by monitoring follicles, particularly because the ectopic was treated medically, rather than surgically.
So, I don’t know. I am thinking I will take her advice. After all, Dr. Nice declared himself the King of Ectopics, so maybe it’s a good thing that he wasn’t around this week.
