I have a general distaste for doctors. I find most of them don’t care to figure out what is wrong with you, but will just prescribe pills to fix what it may look like in the shortest amount of time possible. I once had a GP try to prescribe me antidepressants because I broke into tears during an appointment while sick as a dog. It was the first time I had ever seen him, and he didn’t even have any history, out came the script pad and ‘Why don’t you try these for a while’… WTF, really? WTF. Just give me an antibiotic for my sinus infection and shove your other meds where the sun don’t shine. Needless to say I never went back. He looked uncomfortable when I asked what the drug was that he was trying to prescribe so that I could ask my aunt – the psychologist – about it. Too bad. I don’t really like taking medication at the best of times. Even pain pills I avoid whenever I can – this will get more relevant in a minute.
So a bit less than a year ago we finally gave up waiting for everything to regulate and went to a fertility doctor. A good one based on her fees and office location. Within the first appointment she told me that I needed to go on both Clomid and Metformin… I DON’T WANT DRUGS, I WANT YOU TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME FIRST, THEN IF THAT IS THE SOLUTION FINE, BUT TRY TO WORK IT OUT DAMNIT.
‘Oh, well you can walk more and cut down on sugar to get your glucose levels under control’ (even though they aren’t that bad, instead of going on diabetic drugs that you really don’t need). OH THAT SOUNDS LIKE A BETTER IDEA, WHY DIDN’T YOU START WITH THAT OPTION?
So that is where I started.