Ixnay on the last ostpay
June 3, 2008Dude. 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.
And what would she have said if she *did* think you were old?
her: How old are you?
you: 33.
her:
a) Oh. (silence)
b) Oh, that’s kinda… hm.
c) Yikes! That’s really old.
Anyway, good luck with whatever you decide =)
She would have said something like “Oh, okay, so time is of the essence…”
Go with your gut.. it’s a good gut. But not a big gut.
By the way, you are looking quite nice in your tennis outfit, new dress, and NOT OLD face. Stupid doctors. I have no advice, just compliments today. I am that useless. Sorry!
Dr. Twelve! Ha!!! I’m still chuckling. Some of them do look twelve, don’t they?!
At the very minimum, you’ll have fun trying!
I know for a fact you’re youthful and gorgeous. Perhaps her comment was a roundabout attempt at letting you know that??
I say go for it. I’m still not convinced that The King really knew what was going on with you, but then again I’m not the one with a medical degree, am I.