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Game Plan:
My pain is manageable now, and is with every passing day, but I still need to rule out Women Problems.
Once I get the insurance up and running, I'm going to go to an honest-to-Harry OB/GYN (hopefully Dr. Cowboy) and get confirmation that my right ovary hates me. What we choose to do after that will be up to me and my doctor. (If I get to see Dr. Cowboy, it'll be The Pill after much discussion, which I'm good with. Dr. Cowboy gives more face time than he does between-the-knees.)
Because last time I went to the Health Department, the grumpy old lady bitched me out for being anemic and was neither gentle nor thorough. When you're about to be poked in such a sensitive part, you want the bedside manner to be a bit more amicable, yanno?
And I'd go ASAP, credit card in hand and debt be damned, but I did some figuring and realized Aunt Flo is right around the corner. (I don't think the past couple of weeks have been PMS. I'm usually miserable for a week, not two.)
Somebody on a comm (thequestionclub, if you're playing at home) suggested I might have sort of IBS. Well, maybe. We shall see. Boy, we're getting more and more invasive...
Andy and I are kind of pissed about the whole CT thing, and why such an expensive test was ordered before other things (like an evil ovary) was ruled out. More reason to find ways to not have to pay the bill (by legit, legal means, don't worry).
My pain is manageable now, and is with every passing day, but I still need to rule out Women Problems.
Once I get the insurance up and running, I'm going to go to an honest-to-Harry OB/GYN (hopefully Dr. Cowboy) and get confirmation that my right ovary hates me. What we choose to do after that will be up to me and my doctor. (If I get to see Dr. Cowboy, it'll be The Pill after much discussion, which I'm good with. Dr. Cowboy gives more face time than he does between-the-knees.)
Because last time I went to the Health Department, the grumpy old lady bitched me out for being anemic and was neither gentle nor thorough. When you're about to be poked in such a sensitive part, you want the bedside manner to be a bit more amicable, yanno?
And I'd go ASAP, credit card in hand and debt be damned, but I did some figuring and realized Aunt Flo is right around the corner. (I don't think the past couple of weeks have been PMS. I'm usually miserable for a week, not two.)
Somebody on a comm (thequestionclub, if you're playing at home) suggested I might have sort of IBS. Well, maybe. We shall see. Boy, we're getting more and more invasive...
Andy and I are kind of pissed about the whole CT thing, and why such an expensive test was ordered before other things (like an evil ovary) was ruled out. More reason to find ways to not have to pay the bill (by legit, legal means, don't worry).