So, I had a not directly fertility related visit to the doctor yesterday. (In other words, they finally dragged me in kicking and screaming for a pelvic exam and the various swabbings that go on at such visits.) I was slightly less thrilled than usual with this particular visit, because I would be seeing a doctor not familiar to me. Usually I see the nurse-practitioner there and I may not love her, but I am comfortable with her.
This time, however, I got to see a real doctor. This variety of health care professional is very hard to come by in the military version of women's health care. Well, in general it is very difficult to find a "health care professional" at a military treatment facility. Usually you get a person whose only official title is their rank and appears to have less knowledge about your condition than you do. Having your spouse gone for several months is much less of a sacrifice than the one made when you exchange your civilian doctor for the military equivalent.
But, back to the details surrounding the last time I bared all to a total stranger. This new doctor was a good thing. A fresh pair of eyes looking over my rather thick file of test results and BBT charts. A fresh opinion and a questioning mind wondering, Why the heck is no one treating this woman's PCOS? I like her. She ordered yet more blood work for my weary (yet lulled into a sense of complacency by my lack of recent testing) veins and an ultrasound for an apparently enlarged ovary. Hmm, maybe there is something to that poly cystic ovary part of my brand-spanking-new diagnosis. Among the tests that are being done are ones to test my insulin resistance-ness. Sounds like fun.
Oh and another thing to like about this doctor--she told me my weight is good. And this is while I weigh more than I did when the NP shaped like a marshmallow told me I needed to work on my "weight problem." Anyone want to help me roast a 200+ pound marshmallow?
Congrats on being treated like a human being instead of cattle.
I remember finding a military dr I finally liked, but he was only an acute care dr, so I couldn't see him for any of my normally abnormal stuff. Had to go to the ones I couldn't understand their English, except to know they were being condescending and sexist.
Hope you get the treatment you need. Takes more diligence and bravery than being a soldier sometimes.
Posted by: Cricket | April 12, 2005 at 06:18 PM
I picked the right day to check on you! :) I'm so glad that you got some productive attention this time, and sure hope that it leads to more positive posts in the future! When does hubby come home? So glad that there is some progress for you, and hope we can keep in touch! ~Melinda
Posted by: Melinda | April 12, 2005 at 09:44 PM
Nathan comes home in about two weeks. Yay!
Posted by: Christina | April 13, 2005 at 02:09 AM