Friday, April 1, 2011

I hate doctors...

I had my appointment with the endocrinologist yesterday. First of all, his staff, and he, was extremely rude. He yelled at me 3 times. COME ON. Also? His diagnosis is completely different from my PCP, and he wants me to do another blood draw. Seriously? I'm done with this. One doctor says I can't take Metformin while trying to get pregnant, another says I can. Both of them give me this, "You're not trying hard enough to lose weight" attitude, while my OB/GYN says I'm working hard, and the PCOS is what's working against me. The Metformin makes me shit my brains out (sorry if that's TMI), even after taking it for a month or more, my stomach does not adjust to it.

So, I have options. I can call the nurse at my PCP and ask her to refer me to someone else, but that will be another wait for an appointment, and another $40 co-pay, which I'm not really in the mood to waste, after wasting it on a rude doctor. Or, I can call the nurse at the PCP and tel her to just have him refill my stupid metformin prescription, and deal with shitting constantly. Which, you know, works out perfectly for me, seeing as I spend half my life on damn airplanes right now.

On top of it all, my chart shows ovulation on CD14 (which is consistent with my Clomid use) but I am now on CD43 with a bunch of big Fat Negative pregnancy tests, and no period in sight. So add in a call to my OB/GYN today to find out if he'll do a blood pregnancy test for me, so I can do another round of Provera, force a period, and then another round of Clomid. What sucks about this is that the Provera takes a while to work for me, so effectively, this "1 month Clomid cycle" is going to turn into 2.

We've been TTC for 2 years now, and it's an interesting experience to see the looks on the faces of the people who, when we first lost Patrick, had the audacity to tell me, "You're still young. You have time."

2 years down the tubes, people. 2 effing years.

And, to add insult to injury, someone screwed up paperwork for the laparoscopy I had in January. So, even though I couldn't even schedule the procedure until the physician's group approved it, when the actual bill hit the group they denied it (more than likely, a clerical error), and so I got a bill in the mail from the hospital for $21,265. Which doesn't worry me, because I know it is covered, but is still another hassle that I have to waste time making phone calls to correct.

I miss the days when I was just HEALTHY. FML.


  1. Hey Jamie,

    I'm new here--I found your blog by accident a few months ago. I have three sister-in-laws that all had fertility problems and I can relate to the frustration you must be feeling. One was eventually successful with Clomid, one with IUI, and the last with IVF. It was a long struggle. The one who had IVF has PCOS and also has problems losing weight--apparently that is pretty common with PCOS. Sucks for sure though. I wish you all the best and hope that you find the answers you need to be successful in your baby quest. . .

  2. Thanks Melissa. It's good hearing about others, like, I'm not the only one, ya know? Some days, it gets to be a lot for my poor little brain to handle.