Doctors...
Apr. 23rd, 2001 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
litheraWell, that was the most useless two hours I've spent in sometime.
Scene - Doctor's waiting room.
Kat enters, a little nervous but under control. She proceeds to stand in-line for ten minutes to get checked in. After filling out paperwork, she settles down in the chairs to read her book and wait.
*time passes*
Over fourty-five minutes later, half an hour after her appointment was scheduled, she is called back to a room. Blood pressure is taken and the intern leaves with reassurances that the doctor will be in shortly. Kat goes back to reading her book.
Thirty minutes later a elderly female doctor comes in and says, "I'd like you to take a preganacy test."
Kat blinks at the doctor for a few moments, "I haven't had sex in over a year and a half."
The doctor looks at Kat for a few moments and says, "Well, then, that's unlikely. Do you have Clamydia or anything else like that? These things stay in your system for years..."
Kat blinks a few more times and points to the place on her recored that say she was tested for these things not too long ago.
The doctor pauses and nods slowly, "Are you sure that no male has ejaculated near you recently? I really think that this is a sign of you miscarying."
Kat blinks a few more times, trying to decide if this is funny or not. "Unless someone is sneaking into my room at night and either having sex with me or masturbating on me, I'm absolutely certain about it, yes."
The doctor nods again, looking owlish. "Are you taking any drugs recrationally?"
Kat sighs softly, "No."
The doctor apparently does not believe Kat and askes her more drug related questions. Afterwards there is poking and prodding and nothing revealed. "Well, we can up the strength of your birth control pills. If that doesn't stop the bleeding come back in and we'll go inside and look for tears."
Kat sighs and nods not really wanting anymore poking and prodding today. Kat gets her new prescription and heads home.
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So, that was useful. Great. I'm miscarrying the second Immaculate Conception. Or something.
Scene - Doctor's waiting room.
Kat enters, a little nervous but under control. She proceeds to stand in-line for ten minutes to get checked in. After filling out paperwork, she settles down in the chairs to read her book and wait.
*time passes*
Over fourty-five minutes later, half an hour after her appointment was scheduled, she is called back to a room. Blood pressure is taken and the intern leaves with reassurances that the doctor will be in shortly. Kat goes back to reading her book.
Thirty minutes later a elderly female doctor comes in and says, "I'd like you to take a preganacy test."
Kat blinks at the doctor for a few moments, "I haven't had sex in over a year and a half."
The doctor looks at Kat for a few moments and says, "Well, then, that's unlikely. Do you have Clamydia or anything else like that? These things stay in your system for years..."
Kat blinks a few more times and points to the place on her recored that say she was tested for these things not too long ago.
The doctor pauses and nods slowly, "Are you sure that no male has ejaculated near you recently? I really think that this is a sign of you miscarying."
Kat blinks a few more times, trying to decide if this is funny or not. "Unless someone is sneaking into my room at night and either having sex with me or masturbating on me, I'm absolutely certain about it, yes."
The doctor nods again, looking owlish. "Are you taking any drugs recrationally?"
Kat sighs softly, "No."
The doctor apparently does not believe Kat and askes her more drug related questions. Afterwards there is poking and prodding and nothing revealed. "Well, we can up the strength of your birth control pills. If that doesn't stop the bleeding come back in and we'll go inside and look for tears."
Kat sighs and nods not really wanting anymore poking and prodding today. Kat gets her new prescription and heads home.
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So, that was useful. Great. I'm miscarrying the second Immaculate Conception. Or something.
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Date: 2001-04-24 12:45 am (UTC)And, I now remember my drunken phone conversation with you. (It came back in a flash while I was driving to work). And I'm very *VERY* sorry for what I said. Bad Jason. Bad, bad jason!
As for these doctors, only allow them to perform tests on you if you get to perform the same tests on them. "We'd like to do an amneocentisis." -- "Alright. As long as I get to do one on you." That'll tell you how serious the doctor is about helping you.
Or, send me in there drunk to talk to the doctors. YEAH - that'll liven things up!
Anyway, big *HUGS* for you. Let me know if there's *ANYTHING* that I can do. I am here to help.
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Date: 2001-04-24 08:47 am (UTC)I don't need anything right now, though thank you for the offer. I have a feeling I might take you up on it.