I was flipping through my diary at work recently and I realised that our visit to Dr New is just three weeks away. I must confess that the thought of starting over with another doctor at this point fills me with dread.
I wrote the above lines at least two weeks ago. I was going to say that due to this overwhelming Dread,* I had done nothing about preparing for this appointment. Things like obtaining a referral from a GP and ordering my medical records. Sensible, useful, things.
Fast forward to yesterday when I finally got my sorry butt to the GP. I was dreading that almost as much as Dr New. It was a mixed experience.
Firstly, he didn’t recall this conversation that we had when I first consulted him. He hadn’t recorded any of the details about my reproductive tale of woe, and therefore I had to go through the whole thing again. Which I proceeded to do, in a rather perfunctory and perhaps abrupt fashion. Fortunately, the wobbly voice was masked by the congested head and barky vocal tones caused by a severe head cold. Dignity restored, then.
The GP stated that although he was not an expert, he was not optimistic about our chances. Well, neither am I. And what of it? I don’t really care what he thinks. I was not there for his opinion, I was there to get a piece of paper entitling me to pay $270 for someone else’s opinion. Just give me my $70 piece of paper already.
The good part about this appointment is that GP actually is a good and thorough GP. As such, he thought we should run some basic blood tests just to see what the old hormones are doing. To which I heartily agreed. GP ordered anti-thyroid antibodies, all the other thyroid hormones, and fasting glucose. So this morning I dutifully went and gave another two vials of blood to add to the other eight thousand vials I have already given.
And now, for some genuine infertility humour. I swear that what I am about to say is the absolute truth.
After we’d had our nice talk, GP gave me the lab slip and the referral. As he was handing it over, he said, “you know, what happens a lot of the time, I refer people to infertility specialists, and then they get pregnant. Just like that. You never know!”
See? I told you it was funny.
*I will try to write more about the Dread later. Now that there is something to say, I want to say it before time escapes from me once again.