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I hate doctor visits. I really do.
First of all, they always ask the same question no matter what the ailment. "I have a cough." "Are you pregnant?" "I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle." "Are you pregnant?" "I was attacked by a gigantic eight-legged arachnid that attempted to eat my head." "Are you pregnant?"
And they never take your word for it, either. Today was another example. "I have a migraine that will not go away."
"You may be pregnant."
Somehow I missed that particular symptom of pregnancy, silly me. I assured the doctor that I was not pregnant. "Are you sure? Because it sounds like you could be. We should check."
Now, given that I would like to have a child or two sometime in the future and that I have also been told that due certain female issues I may be infertile, I think it's particularly cruel of my doctor to insist on getting my hopes up. For a solid two minutes she had me convinced that I might actually be pregnant. Of course, the test came out negative.
Then the blood work began. I hate needles. I really, really hate needles.
Then it was time for the x-rays.
What did we learn? White blood cell count up. Viral and Bacterial counts up (confused her with that one).
Possibly Mono. (?)
How could I get Mono? DH and I exchanged startled looks.
Results from all the tests that are going to cost me an arm and a leg (including the aforementioned and completely unnecessary pregnancy test) will be ready tomorrow.
Goody.
First of all, they always ask the same question no matter what the ailment. "I have a cough." "Are you pregnant?" "I fell down the stairs and sprained my ankle." "Are you pregnant?" "I was attacked by a gigantic eight-legged arachnid that attempted to eat my head." "Are you pregnant?"
And they never take your word for it, either. Today was another example. "I have a migraine that will not go away."
"You may be pregnant."
Somehow I missed that particular symptom of pregnancy, silly me. I assured the doctor that I was not pregnant. "Are you sure? Because it sounds like you could be. We should check."
Now, given that I would like to have a child or two sometime in the future and that I have also been told that due certain female issues I may be infertile, I think it's particularly cruel of my doctor to insist on getting my hopes up. For a solid two minutes she had me convinced that I might actually be pregnant. Of course, the test came out negative.
Then the blood work began. I hate needles. I really, really hate needles.
Then it was time for the x-rays.
What did we learn? White blood cell count up. Viral and Bacterial counts up (confused her with that one).
Possibly Mono. (?)
How could I get Mono? DH and I exchanged startled looks.
Results from all the tests that are going to cost me an arm and a leg (including the aforementioned and completely unnecessary pregnancy test) will be ready tomorrow.
Goody.
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