Man, there are no lady ladyparts doctors within 20 miles of where I live. It's not that I'm particularly prudish, but I'd just prefer a female OB/GYN. Is that weird?
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It's not weird, Emily, but I'll say that the BEST gyn I've ever had was male. At a Kaiser nonetheless.
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Fuck cancer, indeed. Fuck 2009 while we're at it.
Gives 2009 the stinkeye
Well, I found one just over 20 miles away, and she has a lovely website. So that's always nice.
Next up: choosing a dentist. How do people do this? Pick the first one that comes up?
I'm still holding out hope for big things out of 2009.
It's not that I'm particularly prudish, but I'd just prefer a female OB/GYN. Is that weird?
Not weird at all-- at least no more so than the fact that I prefer male OB/GYNs and some of the worst experiences I've had have been with female docs. In fact, I might have had my surgery a couple of years ago if it hadn't been for the fact that the female doctor within the group who I'd seen, had the bedside manner of an angry cobra. Dude, I wasn't letting her anywhere near my ladyparts with that 'tude.
But now I have Dr. V. and I lurves him, I do.
sj, I am so sorry, sweetie. I wish you peace.
Barb, insent, and yo, I DO hope you have pain pills! Lots! Take them, chica -- we talked about this. Drool over some pretty men in DVD's, hobble around a lot, TAKE THE SHOWER OH GOD IT FEELS ORGSMIC, and be lazy and heal. In a few days, you can start to taper off a leetle, but the meds will let your bod relax and focus on WTFBBQHeal! Instead of WTFBBQPAINPAINOHGODYOW.
Emily, I feel ya. I just like a gyno to have had the ladyparts; I feel perfectly sure a male gyno can be awesome; it's just a preference of mine. I wish you were in KC, cause hey, fun! and also my gyno rocks like a rocking thing. I lurrrve her.
Okay, so I've got a way overdue appointment for the nether-regions and I know where to pick up the sticker for my new car. Only thing left to do (with my sudden surge of doing-responsible-things-ability) is make a way overdue appointment for my teeth.
Can anyone explain why my heart starts pounding like a jackrabbit when all I'm doing is calling to find out where the treasurer's office is? What the hell, heart?
I need to have hope for 2009.
Have hope, Pix. Always have hope. Things aren't very always shitty -- it just feels like it when you're in the middle. And then, there's always going to be wonderful to balance out the bad. There really is.