The good and the bad


In which issues of a squicky nature are discussed; the gentlemen may wish to skip

The Bad:

I woke up Friday morning with that wonderful feeling that says: "Oh, hi, I'm considering becoming a UTI." Symptoms were mostly external, but nevertheless painful and with the holiday weekend coming up... I had my yearly appointment with the endocrinologist that morning and the OB/GYN is five minutes from there, so I just figured to call the latter once I got finished with the former (because as sure as you make back-to-back appointments, something goes wrong with the first one) and pop over to leave a sample.

Long story short: I did get to leave a sample w/ the OB/GYN but I didn't come away with the "fill this and we'll call you if you don't really need it" prescription for antibiotics. I figured OK, they should have Saturday hours (the practice is the size of Montana, I swear) and they'll call me tomorrow morning and ask where they should call in a 'scrip. Well, when I hadn't heard anything by 11 am today, I called their number and no, they don't have Saturday hours and they don't wanna talk to anybody except exploding pregnant women until next Tuesday morning. So I'm living on Uristat which is controlling the pain (mostly). All my symptoms are still external except for a slight problem at the end of elimination -- no bladder spasms or constant urgency, thank heaven. I bought a Monostat kit but I'm reluctant to use it b/c I'm not showing the main symptom of the problem it's for. Just how I wanted to spend a three-day holiday weekend.

Memo to me: If I come down w/ a UTI on Friday, either make a real appointment w/ the OB/GYN and don't leave w/o a 'scrip, or call the internist and dittos.

The Good:

1) The endocrinologist seems quite happy that I'm doing perfectly fine after 9 years since my surgery. I'm just waiting on the results of the blood work to know whether my synthetic hormone dose needs to change or not.

2) The phlebotomist! Normally I hate 'em. We have one here at one of the labs with the first name of Vladmir, I kid you not. You know what we've nicknamed him... Most of them are burly (whether male or female) and originally from somewhere in eastern Europe.

But yesterday I met the phlebotomist from heaven. He was gentle, he was hilarious (Me: "I'm one of those weirdos who drops their blood pressure through the floor when you take blood, so pardon me if I don't watch this avidly." Him: "That's ok, I'm not watching, either." Me: "Ok, how do you know when the vial's full?" Him: "I do it all by touch. I graduated Summa Cum Laude from the Helen Keller School of Phlebotomy.") Best of all, I have no bruise whatsoever. Brilliant. I think I'm in love. (JK, Hubs.)

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