My trip to the obstretician

Yeah, so, the one other time I started a blog here, I think I also blogged about the gynemacologist. But I can't remember what that blog was called so that one's lost to cyber-oblivion. Ha ha, ten points for me for using cyber and oblivion in a BLOG. I RULE!

Ok so anyway, since moving to this fine state, I've not had my period. It's been like, six weeks now. And I know I'm not pregnified, unless they've changed how that works. So a trip to the gynemacologist was in order.

I looked a bunch of docs up on my insurance doctor finder thing, and most of them couldn't see me until September or October, by which time I might lose my breasts and grow a penis and become a boy (if that's what's going on) so I made an appointment with a nice Indian doctor. I found the place and it was um, kinda ghetto. But still, you know, doctors are doctors... right?

Anyway I'm sitting there in the waiting room and see the sign on the door to the actual pee-in-the-cup-put-your-feet-up-in-the-stirrups-OFFICE part of the office, and it says:

Obstretics/Gynecology

I'll let you read it again.

Obstretics/Gynecology

OBSTRETICS? I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure it's OBSTETRICS.
Anyway despite the malapropically misspelled door, the doc was nice and after agreeing with my pee and me that I'm not preggers, said it's probably because I lost 20 pounds in three months and then gained back 10 pounds in two months, which is not so good for the ol' hormones apparently. Unsurprisingly her solution was to give me a prescription for period-starting hormones, which I now don't want to take because now that I'm assured there's nothing too wrong with me I don't really miss it.

Quotes from my blind date this weekend

"You know, I find myself going to the grocery store two, three times a week, just for fresh produce!"

"Knitting's a great way to meet cool girls. Or at least that's what Lisa Loeb told me when I interviewed her..."