AHHHH!!! I'm updating for the second time in a single evening!! Something's wrong with my brain!!
For some strange reason, I have LOTS of bruises on my legs. From pelvic bone to mid-thigh I am one big bruise. What did I do to myself? Was I abducted by aliens who handled me too strongly? A lot of the bruises look like fingerprints... but nobody's been grabbing my legs recently. At least not that I remember. Strange mystery....
Also, I am one big endometriotic sack of panic. There's no way I can see Dr. Muir, so I'm seeing Dr. Doherty instead. And it makes me wonder: I had to wait five weeks to see Dr. Muir but only two to see Dr. Doherty--what's wrong with Doherty? I'm STILL pissed that I can't see Dr. Muir. So fucking pissed.
I called them today to confirm the appointment with Doherty, since there was a big to-do yesterday with trying to see Dr. Muir or maybe seeing Doherty this week instead of next. And I was informed that the appointment I have to see Doherty is an ultrasound. You know, it's a good thing that I was told that on confirmation instead of when I fucking showed up for the appointment. Shouldn't that have been made clear when I made the appointment?
I'm rapidly becoming disenchanted with this association, and I don't know how thrilled I am about letting these people poke around with my uterus. Their office can't handle scheduling appointments; what makes me think they would be good doctors?
(And really, I'm just horribly, deeply freaked out and scared. They're going to do an ultrasound. Suddenly the reality of surgery is hitting home, and the severity of my condition is beginning to set in. And I'm really fucking scared.)
For some strange reason, I have LOTS of bruises on my legs. From pelvic bone to mid-thigh I am one big bruise. What did I do to myself? Was I abducted by aliens who handled me too strongly? A lot of the bruises look like fingerprints... but nobody's been grabbing my legs recently. At least not that I remember. Strange mystery....
Also, I am one big endometriotic sack of panic. There's no way I can see Dr. Muir, so I'm seeing Dr. Doherty instead. And it makes me wonder: I had to wait five weeks to see Dr. Muir but only two to see Dr. Doherty--what's wrong with Doherty? I'm STILL pissed that I can't see Dr. Muir. So fucking pissed.
I called them today to confirm the appointment with Doherty, since there was a big to-do yesterday with trying to see Dr. Muir or maybe seeing Doherty this week instead of next. And I was informed that the appointment I have to see Doherty is an ultrasound. You know, it's a good thing that I was told that on confirmation instead of when I fucking showed up for the appointment. Shouldn't that have been made clear when I made the appointment?
I'm rapidly becoming disenchanted with this association, and I don't know how thrilled I am about letting these people poke around with my uterus. Their office can't handle scheduling appointments; what makes me think they would be good doctors?
(And really, I'm just horribly, deeply freaked out and scared. They're going to do an ultrasound. Suddenly the reality of surgery is hitting home, and the severity of my condition is beginning to set in. And I'm really fucking scared.)
Re: ultrasound
Date: 2005-07-07 07:09 pm (UTC)From:I know, I know, convoluted. But in my weird twisted brain it does make sense.
Yay! Snoog!
The awesome Loch Nessie thing is from this amazing artist, Ursula Vernon, I discovered the other day. Go to www.metalandmagic.com and look around at her artwork. She's freaking amazing. Her art is all fun and spunky, and if you go to the galleries you can see a description (and explanation) for each piece. And I swear I've never laughed so hard in my whole life. Her descriptions are funnier than the Sunday comics. (And if you look in my userpics you'll find two more icons by her. This is one of them. *points up*)
metal and magic
Date: 2005-07-07 09:06 pm (UTC)From:Re: metal and magic
Date: 2005-07-07 09:29 pm (UTC)From: