Me: Hi, I need to get in touch with the doctor on call for OB/GYN, I think. But the department I actually go to is—
Operator: Your name?
Me: Detour from Detour to Motherhood. (ok, I gave him my real name). But I'm not actually sure I need OB/GYN because—
Operator: Do you need OB or GYN? OB is if you're pregnant and GYN is if you're not.
Me: Really? I had no idea of the difference! I guess that would make me...GYN! Thanks!
I didn't actually say that last line but wanted to. The operator didn't want to know that the doctors I actually see are in the Department of Women with Screwed-up Uteri and General Pelvic Dysfunction (ok, not the real name...want to protect my location), and wasn't sure if OB/GYN was what I really needed. But thanks for the tip about OB being relevant if you're pregnant. I had no idea!
I spoke to GYN and she was indeed the correct doc for me to call. But I'm still irritated that my personal doctor wasn't more responsive during that time. And that the operator didn't let me get a word in edgewise.
Anyway, she tried to be gentle yesterday and so far the aftermath has been mixed. Last night was rough; in general, I've been having more problems sleeping because of the pain, and I was up a lot. Today isn't too bad...yet. Fingers crossed.
Last night I bought a cute wide-brimmed straw hat to wear on walks. I hope I get a chance to wear it before it turns into wool cap weather. Several months ago, a bunch of my coworkers started taking walks during lunchtime, and I can sometimes join them for the first 200 yards. <eye roll> I miss the time with them and am jealous they get to exercise, gossip about work, and just...bond. My job is pretty solitary and I can spend all day barely speaking to anyone. It drives me a little cray-cray...too much alone time.
In my blogging news, I'm going to take part in Stupid Stork's Manly Mondays. I love reading everyone's and am ready to spill the beans about how my husband, before we were even engaged, reacted when I told him I'd just bought a wedding dress. For $70 from TJ Maxx, incidentally. Yes, I have a
Almost Friday...c'mon, weekend!