This doctor's office is hysterical. There are notes posted everywhere including one asking that children not climb on the chairs nor spit on the floor.
Is this a problem here? I wanted to ask-but didn't!
She sends me right away into the examining room. Get it over with, suits me!
"By the way, thanks for driving my son to the party the other night." Nothing like hearing "Mom, your gynecologist is taking me to Brumath for a party". She chuckles. "Can you believe these kids and their social lives?!? Every weekend, or day off 'Mom, I'm going to a...'" I nodded in agreement. "And they're all over the place. Brumath this week, Severne the next... Can't you entertain yourselves here in Strasbourg?"
Apparently, she had a full car going up there, including a blond boy who she assumed was mine. After the event, her son says "You know Ronan's mom is one of your patients?" "What?!? I would have never guessed it!" Yeah, can't tell. My kids don't look like they're really mine.
Good distraction from The Wand. "Your left ovary is clear and there's a 3 1/2cm cyst on the right". It looked bigger than that on the screen but she measured it. Uterus is shrinking too.
When we get back to the office, I saw the diagrams on her wall. "Just curious, are twins always C-sections?" No, she went on to explain that it depends on the positioning and a few other factors. She was shocked when I told her of the woman I knew who saw 8 Ob's in the L.A. area and all insisted on a C. She returned to France to have the babies for this reason.
Anyway, I mentioned the newly discovered twin. She laughed. Apparently there was an amusing incident on a gold course once, when one of his colleagues was happy to see him, or whom he thought...
Well, he did my thyroid scan because I'm never going back to Dr. B. again.
"Why is that?"
"They don't like each other."
"...and how do you know that??"
"Well, I just mentioned in passing that I was Dr. N's patient and he said some nasty things including stating outright that I should change radiologists."
"You know it's not good for patients to get themselves in the middle of these sorts of conflicts" she scolded, and then changing tones completely, asked "So what did Dr. N. say??"
"Not as bad. When I handed him Dr. B.'s report, he asked for the 'other six pages'." I even demonstrated how he held out his hands, waving his fingers.
"When I said it was only one page, he acted all shocked and went on about 'Is it possible that Dr. B can write a report that's only one page?!?' Then he explained that Dr. B. can 'go on and on, for pages and pages, saying nothing'." She bent over laughing.
Enough radiologist conflict stories. She took my blood pressure. A little high. We'll do it again.
She also asked me how many times I was in the restroom while waiting. Um, can't remember.
"This is not normal". I assured her that I didn't have any problems after the births and this is my history. I always peed a lot and I had a history of UTI's. Then I proudly listed everything I do to successfully avoid them (cotton undies, none for sleeping, plain soap, etc.) After the births, they asked if I leaked when I coughed and/or laughed. I didn't so they didn't think I had a problem. She told me that I sort of leaked during the exam.
"I also noticed that you have a little cache of underwear in your purse". Yes. True. "This is not normal. I know this specialist..." She didn't think I'd need surgery but to let this doctor decide. She explained that it was a new specialty, under gastroentrology but specifically for women. I was surprised it wasn't urology but she said that it covers that too.
I had discussed some "damage" I had during delivery, with my other gynecologist but I explained, she was hesitant because they surgery isn't always successful. We'll see. I'm kind of relieved that something might be done. She said exactly what I was thinking. I'm okay now. No big problems but what happens in a few more decades? This won't get better and I might not be able to deal.
Blood pressure, still high. So when was the last time I saw a cardiologist? Like never. Oh. I'm sending you to one. Nothing scary. Pressure a little high. She wasn't thrilled to hear that the grandfather I never met, because he died at 47 (two packs a day but still way young). Also, radiation on the left side. Let's just be sure!
Her waiting room had gotten busier so I managed to escape. She was going to get back to me about the letters. I picked them up from Adassa Clinique two days later, and ran into the former director leaving a retirement party. "I'm going to miss this place when it closes!" Sad!
I had to pick my non-look-alike son up from school. I saw a tall, black boy which reminded me. "Next time you see Hugo, tell me which one he is." "Easy!" said my son. "HIM!" pointing to the same kid. Oh yeah. He looks much more like his mom!
Is this a problem here? I wanted to ask-but didn't!
She sends me right away into the examining room. Get it over with, suits me!
"By the way, thanks for driving my son to the party the other night." Nothing like hearing "Mom, your gynecologist is taking me to Brumath for a party". She chuckles. "Can you believe these kids and their social lives?!? Every weekend, or day off 'Mom, I'm going to a...'" I nodded in agreement. "And they're all over the place. Brumath this week, Severne the next... Can't you entertain yourselves here in Strasbourg?"
Apparently, she had a full car going up there, including a blond boy who she assumed was mine. After the event, her son says "You know Ronan's mom is one of your patients?" "What?!? I would have never guessed it!" Yeah, can't tell. My kids don't look like they're really mine.
Good distraction from The Wand. "Your left ovary is clear and there's a 3 1/2cm cyst on the right". It looked bigger than that on the screen but she measured it. Uterus is shrinking too.
When we get back to the office, I saw the diagrams on her wall. "Just curious, are twins always C-sections?" No, she went on to explain that it depends on the positioning and a few other factors. She was shocked when I told her of the woman I knew who saw 8 Ob's in the L.A. area and all insisted on a C. She returned to France to have the babies for this reason.
Anyway, I mentioned the newly discovered twin. She laughed. Apparently there was an amusing incident on a gold course once, when one of his colleagues was happy to see him, or whom he thought...
Well, he did my thyroid scan because I'm never going back to Dr. B. again.
"Why is that?"
"They don't like each other."
"...and how do you know that??"
"Well, I just mentioned in passing that I was Dr. N's patient and he said some nasty things including stating outright that I should change radiologists."
"You know it's not good for patients to get themselves in the middle of these sorts of conflicts" she scolded, and then changing tones completely, asked "So what did Dr. N. say??"
"Not as bad. When I handed him Dr. B.'s report, he asked for the 'other six pages'." I even demonstrated how he held out his hands, waving his fingers.
"When I said it was only one page, he acted all shocked and went on about 'Is it possible that Dr. B can write a report that's only one page?!?' Then he explained that Dr. B. can 'go on and on, for pages and pages, saying nothing'." She bent over laughing.
Enough radiologist conflict stories. She took my blood pressure. A little high. We'll do it again.
She also asked me how many times I was in the restroom while waiting. Um, can't remember.
"This is not normal". I assured her that I didn't have any problems after the births and this is my history. I always peed a lot and I had a history of UTI's. Then I proudly listed everything I do to successfully avoid them (cotton undies, none for sleeping, plain soap, etc.) After the births, they asked if I leaked when I coughed and/or laughed. I didn't so they didn't think I had a problem. She told me that I sort of leaked during the exam.
"I also noticed that you have a little cache of underwear in your purse". Yes. True. "This is not normal. I know this specialist..." She didn't think I'd need surgery but to let this doctor decide. She explained that it was a new specialty, under gastroentrology but specifically for women. I was surprised it wasn't urology but she said that it covers that too.
I had discussed some "damage" I had during delivery, with my other gynecologist but I explained, she was hesitant because they surgery isn't always successful. We'll see. I'm kind of relieved that something might be done. She said exactly what I was thinking. I'm okay now. No big problems but what happens in a few more decades? This won't get better and I might not be able to deal.
Blood pressure, still high. So when was the last time I saw a cardiologist? Like never. Oh. I'm sending you to one. Nothing scary. Pressure a little high. She wasn't thrilled to hear that the grandfather I never met, because he died at 47 (two packs a day but still way young). Also, radiation on the left side. Let's just be sure!
Her waiting room had gotten busier so I managed to escape. She was going to get back to me about the letters. I picked them up from Adassa Clinique two days later, and ran into the former director leaving a retirement party. "I'm going to miss this place when it closes!" Sad!
I had to pick my non-look-alike son up from school. I saw a tall, black boy which reminded me. "Next time you see Hugo, tell me which one he is." "Easy!" said my son. "HIM!" pointing to the same kid. Oh yeah. He looks much more like his mom!
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