Yesterday I got a letter from my doctor, with the results of the blood tests and ultrasounds they took 5 weeks ago, and it's official, I have Polycystic Ovary Syndrome.
No, you don't know what that is, no one does.
Over all it's not so bad, and largely manageable with proper medication (that I'll take for the rest of my life), but it sounds impressive right? I have a syndrome. I'm officially deserving of prayers, sympathy, and the right to get out of anything I don't want to do because of my syndrome.
Which involves my ovaries. Sexy. (Not.)
But this news doesn't really bother me much, what bothers me is the more than two months I'll have to wait before I can see the endocrinologist. Seriously, two months? Does the doctor see one patient a day or something? And just how many people out there need to see an endocrinologist anyway? It's all made worse by the fact that there are three of them at the clinic I go to. Three! And they still can't see me until June!
But I was informed by a very condescending secretary (and aren't they almost all condescending?) that I would be put on the cancellation list incase some one decides they don't want their appointment they made three months ago (or maybe they died waiting to see the endocrinologist whose so important apparently you can't even call for an appointment yourself, your doctor has to call). I'm not holding my breath waiting for a cancellation though, I can tell you that much. I'm probably so far down the list they wouldn't call me anyway.
I can't help but wonder how much all this is going to cost my insurance company. They already hate me due to my OCD, Kyfosis (another sexy disorder of mine, if impending hump-backness is sexy), and frequent migraines.
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