Baby it's cold outside...

But it's certainly nice and warm in here with all the comments from other IF bloggers... I've been reading most of your blogs for months, wondering how I can get in on the loop... and now I'm here. Shout-out to Shlomit for getting that ball rolling. And thank you all for caring. I promise I'll try to update more often now that I'm getting read!

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There is so much to catch up on... I'll try to condense it.

About three weeks ago, my nurse from the fertility clinic called. Here's the unofficial transcript:

nurse: We need the name and phone number of your GP. We want him to deal with some of these test results.
me: oh, I guess that means you have my results back. Can you tell me about them?
nurse: (hesitates) well... some of them were a bit abnormal.
me: okay, can you tell me what the problem was?
nurse: a few of your levels are elevated.
me: do you want to tell me which ones?
nurse: it's your thyroid. So your family doctor needs to treat this.

So at that point I didn't have the presence of mind to ask the questions I should have, including:
1. Will the RE still meet with me to discuss the other results?
2. Are you offloading me onto my GP until the thyroid is under control, to the point where there's nothing you'll do for me until then?

Still haven't asked those questions. Mr. December will have to call them tomorrow and get some info. He's better at remaining unemotional and therefore remembering the answers.

Two days later, my GP's nurse called. They wanted me to do some fasting bloodwork. Um, I just did it TEN DAYS AGO. No matter, they want me to do it again. I rearranged my schedule so that I could do it that morning (hooray for not eating breakfast!). Then I called my doctor's office to make a follow-up appointment.

He couldn't see me until DECEMBER 12. There is no cancellation list because he's so booked up already that nobody cancels.

That's three weeks from the second set of tests to when I actually get to discuss them. Three weeks where I could have been treated for whatever problem I may have. That's almost an entire cycle.

It's another delay. Just another delay.

My shrink consoles me by reminding me that I am moving forward. But is moving at a glacial pace really that much better than standing still? I wonder.