The appointment today went really well.  It was a beautiful day in the Windy City and believe it or not, it was actually windy.

Also?  I hate wind.  But that’s another post for another day.  Actually, it’s not, I’m sure I’ll never post about wind because I hate it and have nothing to say about it except I HATE WIND, THE END.  So, that’s all my post would be and I just wrote that.

Anyway.

The appointment was slightly strange in that I met with the nurse first and then a doctor came in before the head doctor came in.  The first doctor came in actually asked me all of the questions and got all of my information.  (just after the nurse got all of my information and asked me all of the questions.)

As I’m sure you can imagine, or maybe you can’t, these appointments are not fun simply because I have to fill them in of our history.  I was pregnant with twins.  They died.  We don’t know what happened.  I miscarried again this past January, it’s believed that the two losses are not related, but we are working on finding the answers.  We have two children that are alive.  I am on 392 different medications, no I don’t smoke, and no I don’t exercise.

The first doctor:  So, do you exercise?

Me:  No…I don’t.  and I make a face like I regret it, but really?  I don’t.

Him: Why don’t you exercise?

Me:  I don’t know, because it’s hard.

Him: You don’t exercise because it’s hard?

Me:  Right.

Him: Well, I guess if it were easy and fun everyone would do it and we would never be in this situation.

Me:  EXACTLY.

Him:  hmmmm….

Then the big dog doctor comes in:

Him: so, have you always had high blood pressure?

Me:  FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I HAVE ANSWERED THIS QUESTION 12 TIMES IN THE PAST 18 MINUTES.  Also, why am I wearing a hospital gown, exactly?  Except I did not say that, instead “I started getting high blood pressure when I was pregnant with my oldest, it runs in my family.  Everyone has high blood pressure, they’re all a bunch of jerks.”

Him:  I see you are on prozac.

Me:  Right.

Him:  When did you lose the twins?

Me:  Last February, 2008.

Him:  And when did you most recently miscarry?

Me: January.

Him:  And you’re on prozac.

Me:  Yes.

Him:  and you lost the twins, when?

Me:  OHMYGOD, LAST FEBRUARY.

Him:  Do you think you still need the prozac.

At this point I was pretty annoyed, but understood that he looked up Prozac and found the drug to not be safe during pregnancy and wanted me off of it.  However, I explained that most OB/GYN’s say it’s safe and he said “hey, they know more than I do.”

At which point, he became my friend again.  Good visit.  I go back in two weeks, he gave us the green light to try whenever we (us and the OB specialist) decide it’s time.  (by the way, I do not talk about these things, you know, about trying and all of that, this is a BIG DEAL that I’m sharing this information.  I hope you are feeling my love for you, man.)

They did increase my BP meds because my blood pressure was high today.

When the first doctor handed me my prescription for the new dose of blood pressure medicine at the end of the visit, I asked him if he could write me a prescription for exercise in a pill.

He laughed and walked out the door and I’m pretty sure he said he hated me.

But that’s okay.  I thought we got along famously.

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