doctor's

To anyone listening,

I went to the OBGYN yesterday for my checkup post miscarriage.  I have seen a doctor of some kind every two weeks at least and I have two more in the next couple weeks.  Sigh.

Anyway, I came in yesterday and they had me down as a prenatal visit.  I sit there watching pregnant woman after pregnant woman come in and then have to deal with that confusion for about 30 minutes.  Hey, I will take a pregnancy test right now and prove I am not pregnant.  In the words in the movie Wedding Singer:

Guy "I heard about your wedding. That was so harsh" (phrasing plus Adam Sandler's finance left him at the alter)

Adam: "My parents died when I was 5, do you want to talk about that?"

Guy "Why would we want to talk about that?"

Adam: "I have no idea"

That's how it felt.  Oh I'm still not pregnant would you also like to talk about how my parents are dead?  Why would we want to talk about that?  I have no idea.

It was a mistake but it was the fact that they didn't believe me.  I had to like shout in my head, I'm not pregnant!!!  I was nice and calm but talk about rough.

I go in finally and the sweet lady taking my blood pressure asked why I was in today and I explained why and she said she was so sorry.  Then she asked a question no stranger had asked.. how are you?  I said I've had better days with a slight head nod.  When she left, my eyes teared up.  For some reason, I wanted to give her a big hug and cry.  Why a stranger?  Maybe it was because of what happened with the mistake or maybe it was a stranger who cared enough to ask but I wonder if strangers show they care, do they know how important that is?  Maybe I should ask more often to strangers.. how are you?

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