Went to the doctor this week for a follow up visit related to some tests I had recently (one of which involved having a large ultrasound probe inserted you-know-where....lots of fun). My gyno sent the med student in first to complete an h&p. First of all, the student was way too skinny, gorgeous, and confident to be likable. And then she proceeded to ask me a series of inane questions about my attempts to conceive..."how often do you have intercourse? have you been taking your basal body temperature daily? have you tried putting two pillows under your hips after intercourse?" Seriously? Is that what they teach you in med school? Pillows under the butt as a cure for infertility. If it were that simple, I wouldn't be here, chica. And, yes, I've tried it. I seemed to have stumped her. I'm apparently a real medical mystery! I could see the wheels turning in her head...why isn't this woman pregnant? She wrinkled up her annoyingly perfect forehead and then she said this: "are you sure your husband is ejaculating when you have intercourse?" This comment was offensive on so many levels, I don't even know where to start. So I just said "yeah, I'm sure."
I must have given her a dirty look (my face always gives me away), because she promptly left the room to find the real doctor.
And as it turns out, all my labs and ultrasounds were normal. Part of me wishes they had said "guess what? it turns out you don't have a uterus!" Sad, yes, but the finality of it would be a relief at this point.
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