The Waiting is the Hardest Part

I just got home from the gynecologist and she’s concerned that I might have something else besides the PCOS going on. She said there’s no need to panic, but she wants me to see an endocrinologist and have him take a look at the tests she’s run and have him do some tests, just to make sure everything is on the up and up.

So, I feel kind of unsettled about the whole thing, of course, and I went right downstairs after my visit to make my appointment and the earliest they can get me in is the 22nd.

Wait for it.

Of October.

Eh, well, what can you do?

I’m a little worried, but there’s nothing to be done about it but wait.

Still, I don’t like it.

I mean, I’m not doing much with my life, but it’s mine and I like it, you know?

14 thoughts on “The Waiting is the Hardest Part

  1. Not sure if you have already thought of this or not, but for some specialists where there is a wait to get in you can ask them to leave you with a farther in the future than you’d pick appointment but ask to be called if there are any cancellations before then. I’ve heard that if you can be flexible and take the canellation it is sometimes a way to shorten the wait.

    I’ll be thinking of you!

  2. B,

    I hope all is well with you. I once had a doctor on a Friday find something in blood work that made him think I might have pancreatic cancer. He sent me home with an appointment on Monday for screening having told me that it was either nothing, or most likely fatal and I had a 50% chance either way.

    I drank myself silly all weekend. Ended up being nothing, but those two days were torture.

  3. Good thing we don’t have that evil Socialized Medicine (or is it Medicinal Socialism?). I hear those people have “waiting lists”.

  4. Oh B I’m sorry. I’m so bad at waiting, too, so I know how it’s torture. Also, you are too doing much with your life. Don’t be so down on yourself.

  5. I’m sure it will be fine. I’m embarrassed to be being such a baby about it, but by god, if you can’t be a baby on your own blog, where can you be a baby?

  6. You aren’t being a baby–you’re being human. This is a terrific post as is the one about death–you’re saying things we all think and are afraid to say even to ourselves.

    I didn’t know about you until Feministe. Now I can’t get enough. You’ve a touch of Molly Ivins in you, and I hope you take that as a fine compliment, for I mean it that way. Right on, we old ladies say.

  7. Aunt B, I’ve had lots of similar medical uncertainty this year, and still don’t know what the heck is wrong with me, so I have a pretty good idea how the waiting and wondering can just drive you have nuts.

    I don’t know what sorts of hints your doctor dropped, but my thinking is that if she thought your life hung in the balance, she wouldn’t have been okay with your appointment date. And most endocrine problems are manageable, though they can be the pits (I’ve done the whacked-out thyroid a couple of different ways by now).

    So I’ll hope it’s nothing, but if it’s not nothing, I’ll hope it’s easily treatable and that you’ll feel better as a result.

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