ARGH!!

Here we go again. Another doctor's appointment. My yearly appointment with my gyno. Yippee. Like that isn't bad enough. I walked out of the doctor's office with more referrals and scripts. ARGH!!! She's a gyno!!! She's just supposed to check me over, make we feel uncomfortable with the cold "tongs," maybe prescribe birth control, and send me on my merry way.

But, no. I am told I've put on "some" weight (do these doctor's NOT understand that I AM aware of this?!!!??). YES!! I KNOW!!! 50 pounds to be exact. Although my scales and those of my general practitioner's are about 10 lbs. lighter than those I was on today. I AM trying to lose this weight (again). I was also told I have a heart murmur...which is apparently getting worse because I had guessed a long time ago that I had a murmur (just about everyone in my family has one), but the doctors have just started to notice it within the last couple of years. I was also told that I have cysts. However, I did have to laugh when she was trying to take my pulse and she frowned and said, "This is very unusual. I don't understand this." I looked at her and laughed. She couldn't find my pulse!! Contrary to what she may think, it is not unusual to not be able to find a pulse on me without a stethoscope. She didn't believe me that this has been occurring since I was in high school (and very thin).

So, anyway, I ended up walking out of the doctor's office with a referral to a cardiologist (for the heart murmur), a script for an ultrasound (to check on my cysts), birth control (my other choice was another type of hormone pill and blood tests every month and a half...no thanks), papers for MORE blood work (with ANOTHER thyroid check), and a stern lecture on taking care of myself.

I hate going to doctors. They seem to not understand that I am aware of the need to lose weight but just can't seem to do it. I don't know why. I think I'll look into a personal trainer and/or weight loss surgery.

I'm going to bed. 'Night.