Saturday, March 31, 2012

My very special day with the N.orbertines.


My week was eventful and what I am most excited about, I'm sure God had His Hand in crafting it.  Work is very busy and dare I say it (because I hate this word) - stressful.  And more than that, the Devil was inhabiting my mind.  I've been fearful and resentful.  Ugly stuff and I had to quickly remind myself that these were evil thoughts that would come to no good.  In addition, I haven't had a day off in a while and on Monday wasn't planning on taking one soon.  But, He stepped in.  On Tuesday, I called a friend of mine whom I used to work closely with but now we have to deliberately reach out to one another to connect.  I needed some information from her but she invited me to a groundbreaking ceremony taking place on Friday, yesterday.  She's a very faithful Catholic with I think, at least five children.  Stupid me, I forget.  They are all about my age.  One of her daughters is a cloistered nun with the Norb.ertine Order just north of us in the mountain range.  Check out a very detailed documentary the diocese put together.  

  

You can read a real reporter's take on the ceremony.  

The nuns are cloistered and usually fast from visits from family and friends during Lent but this was a special occasion and probably a good opportunity to network for donations to the new facility, so we were able to mingle freely with the nuns.  They are an impressive bunch.  They are highly accomplished, educated women giving themselves totally to God.  I felt so honored to be there and just overjoyed that the day came together like it did.  There were, by my count, at least eight priests there.  One said to me, "What's your connection to all this?"  "Well, I'm Catholic.  Isn't that connection enough?"  :)  

The nuns listened intently to what I said them.  They were perfect hosts, reminding us to eat the cheese they make themselves while they couldn't eat it.  A lot of the parents of the sisters were there and it was wonderful to speak with them.  My friend told everyone she could that I was a convert!  Not that I minded, they seemed even more interested in me and my story.  I tried to jazz it up other than just saying I married a Catholic!  

I got into a conversation with one of the Sisters.  She used to work in computer science in L..A...  I really thought she was my age but I laughed when she told me she was 50.  I joked that their tag line should be, "Being a Nun Keeps You Looking Young."  She was the only one who asked me if I had children.  I said, "No, we're infertile."  She asked if I tried any natural remedies.  I told her that we'd followed the Catholic infertility protocol, had surgery with a Catholic surgeon.  She said that maybe now that the stress of trying is over, we'd get pregnant.  I told her, "No, the last few months we've come to terms with our situation."

I told her I felt so blessed to be a Catholic and have a sacramental marriage.  That my husband is a wonderful man and our lives feel full.  I said there are many wonderful, motherly, giving, nurturing women that don't have children.  "Just look at all of you Sisters."  She smiled and said, "Yes, we are mothers ourselves and all of you are our children."  Amen!  Yesterday, was one of the best days I'd had in a long time.  My husband even said he was so glad I was so happy, I should go out and do more fun stuff.  I guess work is making me a sour girl.  Here are some photos and videos from the day.  Enjoy!

  





Tuesday, March 27, 2012

OMG! and an opportunity for advice!

I opened an explanation of benefits letter last night.  And yelled OMG so loud my husband was extricated from his computer to come see what the matter was.  My local hospital is going to attempt to charge me $2,030.00 for one friggin' ultrasound!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Yes, $685 for the 30 second abdominal ultrasound and $1,345 for the transvag.  I get the pleasure of a transvag ultrasound and I am rewarded with a bill for $1,345??????

Lest you think I'm freaking out, I'm really not.  I'm in control.  I know this is a game.  The for-profit hospital price gouges and thinks an idiot like me will comply.  No ma'am.  First of all, the abdominal ultrasound was not on the order.  She just tried it... because... I don't know, she was curious.  I told her I wasn't having one and my bladder was not full.

I tried calling the hospital but apparently messed up the phone tree because getting to "member billing" got me in touch with a woman who asked me for my mental health claim number.  I might be crazy but that's not the issue here.  I want to negotiate this thing.

Now, ladies and whatever gentleman is out there... what approach should I take?  Should I pretend I'm too poor to pay (unethical)?  Should I tell them I've been such a great customer of the hospital that they should show some customer loyalty (ethical)?  Should I tell them I'll pay nothing knowing that they'll try and talk me up or even put me on a payment plan (stupid)?  I am willing to pay 10% of the $1,345 but that's really my max.  I know a lot of you have run into ridiculously high insurance costs related to infertility so I'd love the advice.  I guess the world can't reward us enough.  We can't procreate and if we want a little help, the powers that be will drive us into bankruptcy!

Sunday, March 25, 2012

There's got to be more to life; It's not up to you

I like reading the NY Times obituaries.  Most notable people tend to die in their 80s.  Some get to live a bit longer; a New Yorker cartoonist, Al Ross just died at 100.  An aside, I love New Yorker cartoons.  I bought the complete anthology (a very heavy book) for my parents a few years ago.  They leave it on their coffee table in the living room and I read it every time I go over there.  I pretend to listen to what they say while I read the cartoons.  One of my favorites is from the 1920s.  The wife has just ransacked their apartment and beat up her husband and says, "I'm not angry dear, it's just that I'm terribly hurt."  :)

The obituaries expose me to other parts of the world and humanity that the media normally never comments on - the lives of non-celebrities.  What a treat!  Cartoonist, poets, WWII flying aces, spies, screenwriters-they all led terribly interesting lives.  It makes me think about my life, and other people's lives.  The choices we make.  I've been really perturbed recently by the immorality of some of my co-workers.  I asked a dear friend for advice on how to deal with these people and she gave me nothin'.  Turn a blind eye?

And then I think about all the good choices I've made in life and how, despite a serious personal calamity last year, really nothing in my life changed that much.  I don't spend money on a whim for clothes anymore but that doesn't dampen my spirit in the slightest.  I thank God we don't have a baby right now since this is absolutely the worst time since we've been married to have a child.  So, infertility has come in very handy and you thought it was all bad?  We were at Costco yesterday and you know how they have the product sample people in the store?  One lady was talking to another about child care and having to work two jobs to pay for a babysitter and the other asked how many children she had.  "Just two," she said casually.  But I worried for her.  Here I am with no child, no babysitting to worry about.  No kid to worry about.  My life just breezes on for the most part.

So, I work, I save, I stay as healthy as possible.  There's got to be more to life.  All these things we do, I do to fill up the time.  What's it worth?  I can calculate how much I save and what I'll need every year in retirement and I think about the quality of life's experiences versus paying for high dollar stuff.  My mortgage is 1/3 of my sister's rent for a dingy apartment one block from the beach.  Am I better off than she is?  Do I feel guilty for feeling fine?  Am I due for disaster?  I guess I'm not coming to my normal blog post conclusion. I'm just thinking that's all.

 

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Your girl represents on the NYTimes!

Since I'm a subscriber to the digital NYTimes, they track my interests (sometimes OK) and their bot recommends all kinds of infertility type articles.  A woman wrote a short post to promote her book about using an Indian surrogate to give birth to her twins.  Homegirl takes exception to her methods to have children, writes a comment about it and gets 30 recommends!  Yeah!  I didn't link directly to my comment but I think I'm the only one that refers to herself as a 34-year old infertile.  Please read.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Ghetto Healthcare

OK, I'm being harsh.  I chose my radiology place for their close proximity to my work.  They are OK, not great.  Case in point, the tv was playing T.MZ.. Hour when I walked in and the other patients were apparently very amused by the crude humor.  While tempted to ask them to change the channel, I just tried to block my concentration on the show.  The receptionist wanted to see my insurance cards again and have me fill out another health questionnaire.  I protested that saying I was just here six months ago and NOTHING in my life had changed; health, insurance, or otherwise.  I did cave to the copies of the insurance cards thinking I was getting dangerously close to becoming the belligerent, wise-ass bitch.    She also wanted me to fill out a form asking about my periods and other gynecological health stuff.  I looked closer and it was for pelvic/transvag ultrasounds.  I remind her that this was for my breast.  Oh yeah.

The tech was running a half hour behind schedule and thought my appointment was a follow-up to the last cyst we found last year.  Had to correct her too, that this was a brand spanking new lump and she should have the doctor's order since I confirmed they received it on Friday.  Yes, she did have it and we would be looking at my left breast instead of the right.  There was a young woman in the room with us and figured she was an ultrasound tech student.  Indeed she was but they didn't ask me beforehand if this was alright with me.  For a split second, I was tempted to order her out of the room but I calmed down a bit and figured, no harm no foul.

The lump was easily palpable and came up almost immediately.  Yes, another fluid filled cyst.  I'm getting good at this self-diagnosis stuff.  The tech found a "friend", another cyst right next to it.  And this is when it got real ghetto, she called me "the cyst queen."  I rolled my eyes just thanking God for some sort of healthcare that required only an hour off work, a half hour if they'd been on time, but nevertheless.

Dr. Elizabeth called and left a message yesterday saying the report showed "just a simple little cyst."  I think when I do actually find a tumor, I'll call everybody on this childish, pedantic language.  I'm not asking anybody to drop everything when it comes to my breast health, but a little, tiny bit of respect would sure be appreciated.

I've been binging on all types of food the last three days, just yesterday I had a bag of peanut M&Ms, and two cupcakes.  I haven't exercised in a week.  And I feel great.  We're keeping our arguments to a minimum, that is our Lenten commitment and I owe it all to my husband who is steady as a rock lately.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Getting to know you

I've really liked reading the blogger bios that ladies have posted lately.  Honestly, I'd like to read more information, some of it looks much like the blogger profiles.  I know most of us like to protect identifying details (me included) but you'll probably see me submit something, perhaps tomorrow.  This video is a bit old but I thought it captures our love of motos pretty nicely.  Those are two of our bikes and now we have a third.  Not to brag about the benefits of childlessness... ok, maybe I am.

I found another lump in my breast.  Good times, so I go in for an ultrasound tomorrow.  I'll keep you posted.  Grandma died of breast cancer so this is not something I take lightly.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

They Say I'm Crazy But I Have a Good Time

The family event went great.  The kids at our house didn't eat all my lasagna which kind of hurt but they also didn't tear up the house.  The hubs was pretty tolerant of all the squealing and running around and I'm proud.  I wore my very highest heels to the wed.ding and of course, I was the one squealing in pain during the ride home.  The most embarrassing moment was when I didn't recognize my own first cousin!  Ah, well I haven't seen him in six years.  Hopefully, we'll get the pictures soon.

On Sunday, we bought another motorcycle.  I'm supposed to be keeping this a secret and since I'm pretty anonymous here, I think I'm still abiding by the code.  It's pretty sexy driving behind your husband watching him ride wearing black leather.  That was really the start of my good mood.  I'm getting pretty stoked about non-medicated cycles.  This is fun.  The progesterone last cycle gave me an eight day period.  Yeah!  Work is busy in a smart way so that helps too.  I'm just happy.  Enjoy the music.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

These shoes weren't made for workin'

I've often hated my work environments.  Not that I didn't have a comfortable chair, a steady room temperature, and good lighting.  It's because I sit down to work.  I've tried introducing the idea of the treadmill desk but it's such a foreign concept to my superiors that I haven't pushed it any further.


So, I've compromised in my need to sit to work and my total obsession with physical activity.  I believe the body is made to move, and moving is intrinsically healthy.  I walk three to four times a day (in addition to any strenuous workouts) and average 1/2 mile on each little trek.  And I do this by wearing comfortable shoes.

I stopped wearing high heels to work about five months ago.  I used to wear them all the time and it made me cranky and annoyed with life.  No joke.  I couldn't wait to get home just to get the darn things off.  I still love going home as soon as possible after work but it's not quite with the same desperation.  My gait is now normal contrasted by the silly balancing act almost every woman wearing high heels does.  I found heels made me not want to walk, not move.  It hurt to move and I don't believe anybody who tells me their three to four inch heels are comfortable.  Is that why you take them off sitting at your desk?

Are high heels sexier?  I'd buy that.  But once you're comfortable with your professional abilities, it makes a lot of sense to treat your body right.  I can move freely, happily, and now don't think I'm hurting my health by doing my job.  Ok, I'm heading out for a walk!

Monday, February 27, 2012

I'm Used To It By Now

But it doesn't mean it gets any less painful.  Granted, I'm doing better.  I didn't cry until CD 2 which I consider a major breakthrough and the only reason I did cry was because one of my best friends called me to lend a kind ear.  She's an angel on earth and her sympathy only made me feel more sorry for myself.

Here's the play-by-play.  On Thursday of last week I was very concerned that even if I wasn't pregnant (and at that point the odds of that were less than 50%) the progesterone supplements would just delay my period by several days and fool me into thinking I was pregnant with no test to confirm this.  So, I printed off an online coupon for an HPT and prepared to buy the thing at some point on Friday.

My Friday was very busy and lest you think that I think God was not looking out for me on such a terrible day, you'd be wrong.  Between seven thirty and nine pm, I was never alone except in the bathroom and that was only in the stall.  By the time I got to the sinks, there were plenty of women I knew to talk to.  The late morning bathroom trip was the confirmation.  Pink.  It was just spotting so I held out a tiny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe this was a fluke.  But I was P+13 and much too late for implantation spotting.  After briefly feeling vindicated that I hadn't wasted $10 on a test I didn't need, I went back to concentrating on my day.

After work, I went to Mass, had dinner with friends, and then went back to church for Stations of the Cross.  A long night but fun and spiritually gratifying.  Praise God!  My husband, of course was gone for the weekend and I wanted to be strong for him.  He hates it when I fall apart when he's gone.  So, I count the one crying episode that he doesn't know about as a victory for self-discipline.

So, those are the facts as they happened.  Now it's time to wax philosophical.  I know most of us have acknowledged that infertility can wreak havoc on our feelings and it always does that to me.  Am I crushed that I'm not pregnant after a medicated cycle?  No.  Am I surprised?  Well, yes.  I mean, I took injectibles that produced more follicles.  I took a trigger shot.  What the heck happened?  Could I just get pregnant even for a couple days?  Maybe I have been pregnant before but I never know since I never test.  Misfit wrote about this yesterday, the possibility of being a habitual aborter.  I harbor that theory and it will never be proven.  So, I should let it go.

It's just weird that twelve long days of progesterone doesn't length my cycle even just a bit.  I mean P+13 is where I am cycle after cycle.  Hmmm.

This idea that my reproductive system doesn't work at all is really devastating to me.  And terribly ironic.  Everything else with me works, why not this one thing?  This is not about being a parent.  My feelings about being a good parent is totally separate from the physiological issue.  Why the heck can't we get pregnant?  It looks like we can't even get to the first step, fertilization.

We're taking this month off.  We have a big family event next weekend and people are staying with us so asking them to please excuse me and not watch while I get a needle from the refrigerator and lock myself in the bathroom is not going to work.  I just have to take this one day at a time.  Getting upset is not helping anybody least of all myself.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Our Society Has Really F*cked Up Ideas About Having Children

A few days ago, a study came out that showed half of all births to American women under 30 occur outside of marriage.  Then there was a two-person discussion with Gail Collins and David Brooks published by the New York Times titled Who Decided That This Election Should Be All About Sex?  It was an interesting read and they also talked about the aforementioned study.  Here's the most intriguing exchange:
Gail: But I know the woman-related news that most interests you is the new government data on the rise of unwed mothers. It seems likely that pretty soon most American children will be born to unmarried women. The big argument seems to be whether this is a result of the lack of good-paying blue collar jobs or a split in our society, in which the bottom third – or half or two-thirds – lead lives that are too chaotic for long-term relationships.
David: I’ve tried to argue that it’s both. It’s a spiral of economic and social influences that are impossible to untangle. As one social scientist put it, what nature hath joined together, multiple regression cannot put asunder. 
Gail: There’s a really good book on this subject called “Promises I Can Keep,” by Kathryn Edin and Maria Kefalas. They concluded that low-income women saw marriage not as the beginning of their lives, but as the payoff. They intended to wait until they had put together enough resources to have a nice wedding, and then live in a good place of their own. They were also, of course, waiting to find a man who was settled and stable enough to be a good husband. 
In some ways they weren’t different from college-educated women, who tended to put off marriage until they’d gotten their careers off the ground. The difference was that the poorer women regarded marriage as a reward, but children as a necessity. They weren’t prepared to defer motherhood the way their better educated peers were. 
David: I’m so glad you mentioned that book. I’ve been hoping to plug it in a column. It is indeed really good. I do think that the life script that many low-income women envision is simply not correct, though. As you say, they see marriage as a culmination. They have kids, get a good job and make some money, and then they can afford the lovely wedding. That’s backward. For most people getting married is not the payoff after an upward climb it’s the tool to advance the upward climb.
Married people save money. Married people have more settled habits. Married men are much more stable. When people marry first they are more likely to make it later.  
I really believe we need to have a national discussion about marriage and having kids.  I'm not sure where those topics are introduced.  Perhaps in sex education?  I went to public school and in high school we heard the topic in health class.  The mechanics are interesting sure but the significance of a stable marriage and having kids at the right time are far more critical to a person's well-being that simply understanding puberty and how fertilization takes place.

It's not like the educated classes have the upper hand in understanding life priorities and fertility.  I had lunch with Afina last weekend.  She's pregnant again.  I'm thrilled!  Really.  It happened in her last pregnancy and again now where the obstetrician at the best university hospital west of the Mississippi said to her and her husband, "Was this a planned pregnancy?"  Her husband rightly replied, "You're kidding, right?"  I know the argument that planned pregnancies result in a healthier mother and in turn, a healthier baby.  That's great.  But for a doctor to presume pregnancies among highly educated women in their mid-thirties are somehow an accident is very offensive and ignorant.

Ok, maybe it's not so ignorant.  With all this HHS/contraception stuff going on, our government is sending the message that contraception is health care.  And a lot of people, millions are buying into it.  I can see the value in not having children born to unwed mothers.  But apparently a lot of people figured out, but not me, that if you marry in your thirties (and your husband in his late forties), it might be too late.  

I was asked again this week by a co-worker if we planned to have children.  My reply was that it's not so easy to get pregnant in your mid-thirties.  I could see in her eyes that, that didn't compute.  I said that the best time to start having children is in your late teens and early twenties, biologically-speaking.  She said that's what she did; got married at 17.  I asked if they started having kids right away?  Oh yes, of course.

Americans love to believe everything in life is a choice.  All you have do is really want something, work hard at it, and the goal is seized.  There is a great column which I can't find right now in the Washington Post by a doctor who writes that even for the terminally ill, we view death as an option, not life's certainty.  Families sometimes want to put their loved ones through very rigorous medical treatments to hopefully make them life longer but those treatments can sometimes mean just a more miserable death.

When people, even some of my friends, ask me if we're going to have children I know they view it as a choice.  I'm trying to start having that conversation to at least educate people that wanting children does not equal having them.  I've read some comments on blogs that if they just had enough money to afford IVF, they'd have their family.  That's very sad for me to read.  We think medical tests can tells us what's wrong 100% of the time, and medical treatments will work 100% of the time.  And that's completely wrong.

When I was 29 or 30, and dating my husband, Dr. Elizabeth said that I shouldn't really put off having kids.  That once I found the right partner, (I'll note that she didn't say I had to marry him) I should start trying to have kids.  Fair enough but I think that advice was a little late and misplaced.  Apparently the low income women under 30 get it right, biologically-speaking.  That's the best time to have kids because you're more likely to actually get pregnant.

When I was in college, the lone female executive at the company I was to start my career at, said (and this is burned in my brain), "All of my friends did it wrong.  They had kids in their twenties, at the start of their career when they had no power.  I waited until my late thirties to have kids when I could write my own ticket because I'd been at the company so long."  And she worked from home when she had her first child because she was so damn important to the company.  But there were consequences to her thoughtful decisions.  Her second pregnancy was with a severely handicapped baby.  She had an abortion and was out of the office for several weeks.  When I was talking with some of my co-workers about her absence, I'd referred to her having "a miscarriage."  My co-worker said, "You realize it wasn't a miscarriage, right."  "Yes, I'm just trying to be polite."

In retrospect, perhaps politeness was a bad decision for me.  We probably should have had the discussion that you're more likely to have an unhealthy baby when you're in your late thirties.  And make good decisions now to prevent that.  And if I ever had the chance to testify in front of some school board or heck, Congress about infertility, I'd say we need to start telling girls and women that you will have a harder time getting pregnant if you put it off for whatever reason.  At least educate people and let them make their own decisions.

I want all my friends and everyone I know that Bethenny Frankel put it best, "IT'S NOT MY CHOICE."  And it's not my choice or anybody's choice.  I want to have children but desire does not equal attainment.  When the interviewer asked, "Do you want to keep trying [after her miscarriage]?"  What the heck does that mean?  Does she or I want to keep having sex with our husbands without birth control?  Or in this case is "trying" using ART because everybody knows that ART will absolutely guarantee you a baby.  This whole thing is crazy to me.

What should we be doing to reform our society?

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

And We're Off!

Husband and I attended the very first Mass today at 7:00am.  Not too crowded which was nice.  You can make out a distinct cross on my forehead not the dreaded smudge which makes your co-workers think you're fixing the copier by yourself again.  We have a joint sacrifice this Lenten season - not arguing.  Last year we did not eating out.  That was unrealistic but we'll see how the not arguing goes.  Interestingly, the priest touched upon arguing in his sermon.  He said there's no point in fasting or denying yourself food and then you go home and be a jerk to your family.  So, he said try and be a nice guy which I think is always good advice.

I don't have a Lenten prayer buddy this time but I'll be praying for everyone in our blog community that God gives them the strength they need to draw closer to Him through sacrifice.  Amen!

Monday, February 20, 2012

I don't know Bethenny

However, I did watch an interview she recently gave.  I guess she's a reality tv person.  Anyway, she does talk about her recent miscarriage and I thought she touched upon a lot of fears and pain women like us feel about infertility and miscarriage.  The interviewer, once Bethenny reveals the miscarriage gives a dismissive response, "Huh," but B is clearly emotional as of course this topic is.  If you want to skip to the miscarriage talk, go to 3:45.


Friday, February 17, 2012

2ww Update

It pains me to write "2ww."  I haven't considered my luteal phase a two week wait for over a year, perhaps longer than that because I found it wasted time.  And I deplore wasted time.  One of my favorite Madonna songs (all of her songs are practically my favorite, actually), "Love Song" has a great line:
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait
And those who run seem to have all the fun
It's the inherent sense of urgency I've adopted in my life that forces me to take action now, today and not tomorrow.  I'm fortunate to have married someone who feels the same type of time pressure.  And pressure's not bad in my book.  What's interesting about Madonna's Like A Prayer album, it's where I learned the Act of Contrition.  She recites it in the last song on the album.  And back in the 80s when the album came out, I got it in a CD and the booklet was scented with some aromatic oil.  This was during her whole Catholic rebellion phase (at least the start of it) so I don't know if the oil was supposed to be holy oil.  When I was anointed, I don't remember it smelling so nice.  Wiki chimes in:
The packaging on the first pressings of the CD, cassette, and LP were scented with patchouli oils to simulate church incense. A publicist for Warner Bros. Records said, "She wanted to create a flavor of the 60's and the church. She wanted to create a sensual feeling you could hear and smell."
OK, back to present day.  I've been taking the progesterone since Sunday.  My mood hasn't exactly been great, I'm a little jittery but maybe that's because work this week has been very busy and our lives are filled with an inordinate amount of administrative details that require almost constant attention.  The only physical side effects of the progesterone (or something else) is melasma, aka pregnancy mask.  But the weird part is it's only on my left palm.  It looks like orange self-tanner gone wrong.  Thankfully, I can hide it.

I'm not sure the progesterone insert is helpful in that the reported side effects of the drug are the exact same as early pregnancy.  I'd have to chalk up any symptoms to the drug since I'm only seven days out from the trigger shot.  For sure, I have tried very hard to not assume anything.  Of course I do the occasional obsessive stuff like figuring out the date I'd notify my happy family of the little one and trolling blogs and reading very closely those posts that track early pregnancy, here, here, and here.

Beyond those things I'm living my life as normal.  I've had a couple drinks, exercise like normal, keep contributing to my retirement funds.  Nothing can stave off disappointment when you try hard to get pregnant but don't but at least, if that happens, I'll be able to look back at the last two weeks and not have any regrets.


  
 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Hurt

The great thing about modern communication technology is that you can flip someone off virtually.  I think I mentioned that Dr. Sti.gen has a "patien.t p.ortal" whereby patients can access records, get health information, email the doctor, make appointments, etc.  While that might seem handy is today's busy times, it feels like a way for the doctor to keep their patients at arm's length.  I just wanted to talk to her but they were going to charge me $25 to do it.  I can talk and even visit my RE for FREE.

I have orders for P+7 blood draws to measure progesterone and estrogen.  They are from Dr. St.igen.  I used the portal to email her asking if I could use the order and would she kindly call me with the results.  That's all I wanted and I thought it was a simple request.  And now I'm reminded why I quit her and NaPro technology.  This was her response:
[ATC], You should ask the RE who is treating you to order and interpret the blood test for you - he/she is the one who should be monitoring what your response to the medications are. In general, I don't do hormone testing or interpretation except for patients undergoing NaProTechnology treatments. Sincerely, Dr. Sti.gen
Now, I understand the overall message.  She's not the prescribing doctor for the drugs I'm on, so I should get blood draw orders from that doctor.  Cool.  Great.  But the second sentence I took as a sort of "F*ck U, you're not doing NaPro, so no assistance for you."  I would have appreciated a little more customer service like, "Let me know if there's anything I can do for you," or "Let me know if you have any questions."  I'm hurt by the "I don't do this [full stop; end of story.]  She did operate on me, I did try her NaPro treatments.  They just didn't work and didn't get me pregnant.  I'm not bitter about it but it sure sounds like she's bitter I'm not doing NaPro anymore.  I haven't done anything inconsistent with Church teaching but if it's not in the right box, she doesn't want anything to do with me.  The Christian love is palpable.
   

Monday, February 13, 2012

Maybe I Need a Twitter Acct

I have a bunch of little things today.  Can I keep it to under 140 characters?

  1. I'm just not into it today.  It's cold, windy, rainy.  I just want a piece of chocolate cake, a cup of warm cider, and snuggling with my man under a warm blanket.
  2. I started the Endometrin suppositories last night.  They look just like big pills but in the morning they turn into a delightful cream.  
  3. My lower back was hurting this morning.  I didn't want to read too much into that if there's anything to read into about lower back pain mid-cycle.
  4. NOVA has a great science documentary about conception and pregnancy that I'm sure we all saw as teenagers.  But, I think it's worth checking out if you've already seen it or not.  The photography is mind-blowing.  Reproduction is clearly God's creation.  With how complicated it looks(and all the different ways the process can go awry) , I'm amazed anybody gets pregnant.  Link here:  http://video.pbs.org/video/1841157252/