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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.)
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Date: 2005-07-08 08:09 am (UTC)From:i can totally understand about being nervous. i wish i could come be there for you... you definitely let me know about the surgery and i'll do the best i can to help you out with whatever you need.
*hugs*