sallly’s post reminded me of one of my first experiences with the idiot doctors

Posted on February 10, 2006. Filed under: The Dyingness |

After my side hurting for about 10 days (this was March of 2004) I decided to get it checked out, but I worked downtown so I could only go to the walk-in clinic back at home. I waited for well over an hour and then saw a doctor and explained what was wrong.

“Could you be pregnant?”


“Are you sure?”

“Ya, I’m pretty sure that’s not a possibility at the moment”

He poked my side a bit, decided that it must be a cyst on the ovary and said in a “okay little girl, I guess I’ll try to pretend to pay attention to you” tone that he would send me for an ultrasound.

So I go 3 days later for an ultrasound — it’s supposed to just be one of the general area on the surface of my abdomin. After assuring them that I was not pregant, they let me check in. After drinking 8 glasses of water, they are running late.


I have to pee.

And I’m sitting in a row of chairs that are all connected and there happens to be someone signing to someone else at the end of the row. Now, I never thought about it before, but sign language really does involve a lot of movement and the row of chairs kept bouncing up and down and I really had to pee.

So I ask the nurse at the desk how much longer they’ll be and she says I can let out half a cup of pee and gives me a cup. Right. Good luck with that. I declined.

The technician finally gets me and does the look for the cyst and finds nothing (of course), but she’s concerned so she does a full ultrasound and says: “oh, that’s it right there” and looks concerned as she peers into the screen. This also happens to coincide with the intense amount of pain that I feel when she hits whatever she sees on the screen.

She tells me to come back to the ER if it gets worse.

I come back the next night and wait for 3 hours.

“Are you pregnant?”


“Are you sure dear?”


“But are you absolutely sure?”

Okay — I understand that it’s their job to ask — but COME ON, I’m bloody well sure!

So I get to see a student doctor.


She asks the routine questions and pokes my side. I assure her that I’m not pregnant — and she goes to consult with another doctor.

He comes in and asks

“any possibility that you could be pregnant?”


They leave and I get blood taken.

What feels like years later they return and the first thing the doctor says is:

“Well, according to the blood tests, you’re not pregnant”

In my head I think “Really? Wow — I could have told you that. Oh wait! I did!”

He then tells me that I’m fine and to go home and take an asprin.

So begins the quest for the cure of the dyingness. More installments definitely to come.

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[…] I met with the naturopath yesterday and, though traffic and frustration had reduced me to tears earlier in the evening, I was looking forward to going for a real appointment again (not just for a B12 shot). I’m feeling a lot better at least 70% of the time and I was starting to think that the dyingness (you can also read about the beginning of the dyingness) was getting better. My tongue was almost perfect yesterday, just a circular patch in the centre, but everything else was gone (at least for the time being) which does make me happy that I didn’t pay even a little bit of attention to the tongue idiot(s). […]

[…] 2007 · No Comments I had my yearly physical today and updated my doctor on the progress of the dyingness and my diet, etc. and my doctor, upon learning that I was feeling better and that I did think I had […]

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