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damn damn damn

In the ongoing saga of my medical adventures, today I went to the OB/GYN. It wasn't bad, actually. It was the first time I'd been there, as I had a falling out with my old ob/gyn over treatment options and hadn't been to anyone in a while. Which is bad, with all the problems I have. So anyway, the new doctor, a cute little red-headed pregnant woman, is very nice and friendly and down-to-earth. Which I guess is what you want in someone you only see over the top of a sheet, who is constantly poking at you.

So I went over my medical history with her, which took forever, and what fertility treatments and things we'd tried already, and she decided to do an ultrasound as well as the pap I was there for, to see if she could see if the scar tissue around my ovaries had gotten any worse since the surgery last year. One of them looked fairly normal; the other, the left one, has a huge cyst on it. Which was fairly obvious just from the exam; when she pushed on my belly in that spot, I about hit the ceiling. It was quite painful.

She was very nice and quick with the exam, though, which is good as it is always really painful for me, not only because of all the scar tissue and the cysts, but also because my uterus is tilted funky and so gets whacked against a lot. This is what made sex so damn painful for the longest time, which took ages for anyone to figure out. It's amazing to me, when I think of the problems I have and how obvious they are when someone's looking for them, that it took the doctors until I was 27 to say, hey, maybe we should check for some internal problems instead of just telling her to relax. Aargh.

Anyway, so the red-headed doctor wants me to go back to see the fertility specialist. Since I've been on the Clomid since last December, more or less, with no pregnancy to show for it, she thinks IVF is probably the next step. Which means, first of all, mega-drugs, and secondly, invasive procedures. And no natural conception, which she seems to think probably isn't going to happen at this point. Damn.

And since my insurance co will pay for the consults with the fertility dr (reproductive endocrinologists, they're actually called) but not any treatments, it also means a huge bill. $26 a month for fertility drugs was one thing, but we're talking probably thousands here. So it looks now, if we decide to do this, that my bonus might buy us, not new furniture or a vacation, but a baby. In which case, it would all be worth it. If this works. My cousin T tried IVF I think 5 or 6 times before they finally gave up. Damn damn damn.

1:21 p.m. - 2001-10-16

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