Study Follow up and Socks

So I went to my follow up appointment today with my RE in burlington, and he was awesome, as usual. We had figured out which drug I was on in the study because of the side effects, and he explained that the results that happened were common in the study (I won't tell numbers so that those who read this from the study don't lose hope.). He gave us options, and when we explained that we wanted to take a break for a while and work on treating the PCOS symptoms, he was happy too, saying that it gives him enough time to finish with the last set of participants and he'll have better results to give us the best chances of conceiving again if we so choose. So now I'm back on the BCP and the Metformin, which gives me some hope that I can lose some weight because just diet and exercise isn't cutting it. Dr. Casson is awesome. That's all I can say. First doctor I've had in a long time who listens, doesn't talk to me like I am a moron, and remembers who I am.

In knitting news, I finished my first pair of socks. I don't know if they count, since i did them on the Knifty Knitter blue loom because I had to take a break from the shawl, but they came out cool.

I knit them for Baldman's grandma, since I can't get the shawl done in time for Christmas. These will keep her feet warm in the home, I hope. I think I'll make another pair for my brother for his annual sock present, and if I have enough time a pair for his girlfriend. They only take about five hours to make, so I might be able to pull it off before Saturday.

Missing the Military...sometimes

Sometimes I miss the military life. I miss the base housing that power and water were paid for, I miss the medical with no co-pay, and I miss the inexpensive commisary and base exchange. I miss the steady paycheck twice a month, rather than the once a month disability check.
However, what I don't miss about the military are the doctors themselves. While I did have one AWESOME PA (PA Hot Stuff), I don't miss the doctors who treated me like crap, and the ones who said "It's a good thing you're miscarrying because you're too young to have children." or the one who brushed me off when I has a three month long period. That's right: THREE MONTHS. It didn't end until The Bald Man got out of the service and we moved up here. I go into my first doctor's appointment up here and the only good doc in the practice (the practice the last blog is directed to) was able to fix it right away. Not only did the other one brush me off, but after the ultrasound I INSISTED on to check for endometrosis the string of pearls was visible but dismissed. I finally got my records from the military after the bleeding ended, and as soon as I showed them to Good Doc, he was able to diagnose me with PCOS, and continued to say that it should have been diagnosed years ago.
All that misery, seriously, just makes me happy I am out of that lifestyle. There are other things I don't miss, like the cattiness and bitchiness that sometimes comes with military wives (except for a few, like Mad Cow and Baking Queen), and the regs for behavior of wives.

A letter to my old doctor's office (what I wanted to write!)

To whom it SHOULD concern:

Yes, I am overweight. I already know this, seeing as how I live with my body every day, so there is no need to point this out to me. In other words, do not assume I am oblivious or stupid.
I am not stupid, so your patronizing tone is not necessary. Surprisingly, I do know how to read and write, and I can understand basic medical concepts. That bachelors degree in psychology hanging in my house is not just for show.
With that education, I do know how to do research. When I'm given a diagnosis that affects my day to day life, I am going to do my research and learn about different treatment options. I suggest that you keep up on your research if you plan on treating patients at all.
That being said, the lack of respect and dedication to keeping up on research from the staff of this practice is why I am taking my business elsewhere. I would rather be treated like an intelligent human being, not like an imbecile. I would rather be able to see my doctor within two weeks of calling, not having to call two months in advance to get an appointment to get an appointment with the one practitioner who listens.

Sincerely,

The person with a brain