I Know My Body

Note: This blog entry may be TMI for some people. Just warning you ahead of time.


Last month I had some female problems consisting of my body losing too much blood over a 30 day period. Between my fiance’s roommate issues and me moving into his house, I was under a lot of stress and we all know that our bodies react strangely during long stretches of stress.

Anyway, I finally called the doctor (it takes a lot for me to call the [medical] doctor for reasons that will be mentioned later) and got an appointment and due to the fact that I rescheduled my dentist (one of the two types of doctors I like) appointment, I forgot when my doctor’s appointment was. It was a good thing too because the lady who scheduled my appointment didn’t put me in the system and when I called to confirm I was told that I wasn’t even scheduled. So I “rescheduled” for the exact same time that I think my original appointment was.

Long story short, I went to the doctor today and let’s just say he wasn’t much help. Without asking me detailed questions, he concluded that I had a miscarriage, despite the fact that there was a very slim possibility that I could have even conceived. However, when doctors hear the words “sexually active” they come to their own conclusions even though their patients know their own bodies much better than the doctor does.

So after waiting in the waiting room for about an hour and only spending ten minutes (if that long) with the doctor, I left the doctor’s office with more questions than I had gone in with. Mother and I came to the conclusion that I should have gone to a gynecologist rather than a family doctor. Well I’ve learned my lesson. Go to a specialist if one has a special problem.

After doing my own research, I think I have endometriosis. That would explain all of the female problems that I’ve been having. If only my doctor had asked a few more questions, rather than cutting me off in mid sentence, then he might have changed his “diagnosis.” I understand that doctors have several patients, but I still feel that doctors should give each patient equal amount of time even if the patient seems “fine.” I know, only in a perfect world.

Veterinarians are the only other type of doctor that I like. They have more of a tendency to listen to the animal’s owner simply because the animals owner knows the animal best. There have been a few times that the vet gives me that “I got the degree, so I know what I’m talking about” look, but I acquiesce because in those situations I have to take the vet’s word for it.

So…yeah, that’s my TMI post. I’ll try not to write too many of those. I guess I’m just frustrated and needed to get it out.

So…until next time, stay in good health my friends.


About Siege

Hi, I'm Siedra. I live in eastern Oklahoma with my six dogs and my rats. I'm a writer, and scrapbooker/mixed media artist. My life revolves around my dogs, so I decided to blog about them and pet parenthood in general. When I'm not working, or writing, or scrapbooking, or hanging out with my dogs, or thinking about any or all of the above, I'm probably asleep. View all posts by Siege

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