When we last left off, I was burned by the receptionist at my lady biz doctor and was made an appt for Tuesday. So, on the big day, I arrived with a couple of minutes to spare, and sat down to wait. A few minutes passed and they called me back to pay my co-pay. So, I went back there. The woman asked my name and appointment time and I told her and she couldn’t find me on the list. *red flag* So, she just wrote me down and took my $20. I asked her if I came at the wrong time– I am super paranoid about going to the doctor at the wrong time. She told me no that it hadn’t printed off for whatever reason. So I head back to the waiting room. About 15 minutes later, the receptionist called me up there and asked why I was coming in today. I tried to keep my cool, but I am pretty sure my eyes were shooting daggers at that woman while I told my brief story of the crappy receptionist. It was probably her anyway.
So, I head back to my seat with the assumption they were working me in. Once I was the only person left, I was called back. I kinda sorta unloaded on the nurse, but tried to not take it out on her, afterall, it wasn’t her fault. But she told me she was told I called and cancelled my appointment. UMMM WHAT?!!?!?! No, that didn’t happen, at all.
They ended up doing my yearly exam… gotta love a little cervical scrapeage. Dr. F told me that she thought that my problem was an egg popping out of my ovary. Not sure if I believe that or not, since I have NEVER had that happen before. But, a ultrasound wouldn’t have done any good since the fluid is gone now. But, she didn’t feel any cysts or anything on my ovaries, so I opted to not have an ultrasound.
I am still pretty jacked about the front office issues. Not sure what to do. It’s not my doctors or her nurses fault and I was assured by Dr F that I would be seen the day I was in pain if it happens again. She also encouraged me not to skip out my b.c. anymore unless I wanted #3.
So I ask you, virtual friends, what would you do in this situation? Change doctors? I would have to go an hour out of town to see someone in a different group. Change doctors within the group? Write a letter to the office manager? Let it go completely?
I ended up calling my OB/GYN yesterday and this is how the phone conversation proceeded:
Me: Hi! I’m a patient of Dr.F’s and I am having some problems. I started having cramps last night in my lower abdomen around my ovaries, and then proceeded to start throwing up. I haven’t thrown up today, but I am really hurting around my ovaries and was wondering if maybe I had a cyst to rupture? I would just like to talk to one of the nurses,please.”
Mean Lady: “Well, she is going to want you to come in. How is Friday afternoon?”
Me: I can’t do Friday. Is there anything sooner?
Mean Lady: Well then, can you do Tuesday? (In a snooty voice)
Me: *sigh* yes, Tuesday is fine. Am I still going to get to talk to a nurse today? Can someone call me back?
Mean Lady: Oh no. That’s not likely.
Uhhh okay. Please tell me, what is the point of having doctors if and when you have a FREAKING problem, you can’t get into see them that day? Please tell me how 6 days from now, this dr. appt is going to help me? This is ridiculous. I didn’t call to be cock blocked by some stupid receptionist. I wanted to talk to someone. To see what I can do to aliviate pain. I can’t even pick up my daughter b/c it hurts. Please tell me how this helps anyone?? Besides, when you go to these drs it’s an all day affair anyway.
But, I am already feeling better. Just a little sore and extremely bloated. I have a muffin top over my jeans. I prefer elastic waist pants today.
On a different note… My weight loss is going pretty well. I got down to 136.5 a couple of weeks ago, and the WW peeps decided I needed less points and I kind of fell apart. And got sick. And with the bloating, I am back up to 139. Which isn’t so bad. But I wanted to be 135 at Thanksgiving, and it doesn’t look like that will happen. Sad day.
So last night started out okay. John is getting off of work at 4:00 now, and gets to come home and play with us. I made taco soup and it was smelling delicious. I couldn’t wait to try it. We came in from a fun afternoon is riding bikes in the driveway ate some supper, played, watched some cartoons.. John had another Bama Club meeting, so it was just the girls. I got the girls to bed, had the last Granny Smith Woodchuck beer (it was delicious, by the way!), John came home and we watched Glee. We headed to bed afterwards, and I was satisfying my sweet tooth with some sweet tarts, and I started getting crampy. But it wasn’t stomach crampy. It was like ovary crampy. John tells me to go the bathroom– that’s his answer for everything.
So, I am sitting there, feeling like I am dying, and I have a wave of heat come over me. I take off my socks and my pajama bottoms and ask John for a cold wash cloth. I laid on the cold tile to help cool me off.. and then, I just knew what was coming. So I sat up, and hugged the toilet. I think I started moaning and John said, “Are you okay?” And as my mouth started watering, I said, “I’m going to vomit”. And I did. All that taco soup. And people? That shit BURNED. My stomach, throat, and mouth burned from the acid of the tomatoes. Once I stopped, I asked John to take my temperature because I immediately got cold chills and was freezing. Our thermometer was broken, of course.
I actually, stopped at this point, Tweeted about it and texted Rebecca. (Hi, my name is Rachel and I am a social media addict.)
The whole time this was going on, I just kept complaining about my ovaries hurting. I thought they were going to explode they hurt so bad. I had John get me a Zofran and then round two came on. I ended up coming very close to falling asleep propped on the toilet, so I grabbed the trash can and crawled into bed. I slept fine until 4 am, when John woke me up, so I went to pee and realized how weak I was. I never actually went back to sleep, my ovaries hurt too bad.
Everyone is asking me if I am pregnant. NO. I am not.
I did a little googling this morning and WebMD says I have had an ovarian cyst to rupture. So, awesome. I am still hurting this morning.
Not sure if I should call my doctor or not… Don’t know if there is anything they can do.
What would you do?
I know. It’s been a while. But I have an excuse. I have been sick. Went to the doctor last week, he told me I had an cold which it’s primary place of attack was my chest and back of the throat. And it was a “landing pad” for other infections. Whatever. Just give me some medicine and send me on my way.. a week later.. I am still sick!!!
We have also had a mouse problem during my sickness… I could hear it squeaking in the cabinet under the sink. Which meant, I didn’t go in the kitchen. Or clean it. Or clean the rest of my house. Terminix man came, said there were actually TWO of them. Great.. he took care of them and set some more glue traps. I heard another one squeaking… and then it stopped. and THEN Saturday, I was minding my own business, editing pictures at my computer, and I thought I saw something move by my foot. Hmm.. didn’t seen anything so I thought it was an illusion. BUT, then a few minutes later I got up to get something out of the kitchen and I saw it. A mouse, climbing into a hole between my cabinets and my oven. AHHH… I screamed. John made fun of me. And I left. I am pretty sure John didn’t do anything about that mouse.
Also.. BIG NEWS in our small town. We had our Wet/Dry vote last week… and We have gone wet. So.. we can serve and buy alcohol here. It’s a BFD, people. I am hoping for a Target or a Publix or both. That would be way super awesome. It won’t go into effect for a few months, while the City Council works on the stipulations.
I have also been crazy busy with photography lately. Which is a good thing. I am loving it.
In case you haven’t read my tweets. I have been sick. My car had to be serviced on Monday, so Claire and I ventured to Birmingham and did some Christmas shopping, which, I am almost finished with! Whoo! Since the stroller wouldn’t fit in the loaner car, I was destined to hold her as we walked around the mall, which I didn’t think through very well, because she became extremely heavy and I also had to hold bags. Birmingham has apparently gotten a new Target that is the biggest in the U.S. or something like that, so we went to check it out. It was quite massive. But not massive enough to hold a size 2 1/2 pair of black Chuck Taylors with the white tips for James birthday. Anyway, at that point, Claire and I were tired of Birmingham and they couldn’t tell me anything on my car so we headed back home. Which is a good thing, because they didn’t call me until 6:00 to tell me that they needed to keep my car. Anyway, I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I scarfed down some goldfish crackers and headed to the gym. When I got home, I ate a lean cuisine and took a shower. ( Have I mentioned that my $160 hair dryer died on me two weeks ago? It started blowing cold air, and of course, the warranty was out. Grrr.) I got to use my new $200 T3 hair dryer and ohmylordisitamazing? Best money I have ever made my husband spend. Plus, it was a lifetime warranty from Sephora. Anyway, I woke up around 2:30 and was just nauseous. I was able to go back to bed but an hour later, I woke up again and knew I was going to vomit. And I did. It was gross. When I woke up about 6:30, I felt awful. My hips were killing me, I was extremely tired and weak, and I was still having some nausea. I ended up starting to run a fever and had to have John come and take me to the doctor. They tested me for flu- have you ever had that done? It felt like they were trying to scrape my brain. I pretty much screamed the whole time and poor Claire was sitting in my lap and I was squeezing her arm. It was negative, so he could just treat the symptoms. I ended up passing out when we got home and felt a little better after I woke up, and I tried to eat a sandwich for supper and ate about 4 bites of it and had to stop. I was in the bed at 7:15. I feel better this morning but my head is killing me. I have an occipital trigger point, which causes these AWFUL headaches that make me want to stab my eyeballs out. So, I am going to get that injected today. On the bright side, I have lost 4 lbs!